A bit more of the same….

With plans to go out tomorrow on a visit, I changed my yoga session to today, so that’s where I was this morning – and I was relieved that I had changed class, because my joints are still arguing with me and a gentle class was exactly what I needed.

John, meanwhile, was ‘gallivanting’. He went out for breakfast with Bryan, who called for him in his shiny sports car and off they went.

John wasn’t back when I arrived home from yoga and I was just wondering whether I needed to take the car down the hill to find him when he unlocked the front door. After his breakfast, he had an appointment with the nurse, so he left Bryan and walked home. I was impressed – he walked up the hill. He said it had taken him nearly twenty-five minutes, but still, he made it.

Once home, he took a phone call from Richard, which was lovely because we have made arrangements for a get-together. I left John still chatting away as I set off for a coffee in Kenilworth with Michael, who was minding the baby. Danielle was having her hair done, aiming to join civilisation again after having had Oliver, and so would probably be some time…..

Michael and I met up at the Almanack for a coffee and sat chatting for a good while before we left there to find another café where they did nice, toasted sandwiches. I declined food, having eaten before I came out and because I am on a diet. Having bought a lovely new dress yesterday, I am determined to retain my current weight so that I can get into it for the special occasion. No extras for me. (Wonder how long that will last?)

Oliver was as good as gold and slept all the time we were out together and, I am hoping, until Danielle had finished in the hairdressers.

John spent the afternoon tinkering on the car, and had his head buried in wires and nuts and bolts when he heard the thrum-thrum-thrum of Paul’s car landing on the drive. How very, very delightful to have a visit from our eldest! I was thrilled, as you can imagine, when I arrived home to see his beautiful, smiling face when I walked in.

After a cup of tea and a fair bit of chat about this and that, we got to talking about the cats, who are currently a little scraggy. Rio needs grooming and…… well, Shadow is a shadow of his former self, having lost a lot of weight and is clearly unwell. Paul fussed the cats and was alarmed at the skinniness of Shadow. I immediately made an appointment at the vets.

“Hmmm…. well, he certainly has lost weight,” said the vet, “and it’s going to be one of three things: hypothyroidism, diabetes or kidney problems.” Ah… OK….. “Best do a blood test to check. Oh, you’ll want to know how much that is, won’t you?” I nodded, but knew that whatever it was I was going to pay it.

One symptom of hypothyroidism, apparently, is the cat being a bit skittish. Being a bit skittish, he wasn’t having any of it to have a blood test today. “We have trimmed his claws though,” grinned the veterinary nurse, as she came out of the consulting room. “Bring him back tomorrow, doped up, and we’ll have another go.”

It’s all very well telling me to bring him back tomorrow doped up, but I am not quite sure how I am going to get the pill down his neck. “Pop the tablet in a little treat a couple of hours before you come tomorrow,” advised the vet. Righty-ho! And I came away armed with some treat ‘putty’ that I could wrap around the tablet.

‘Try a treat without the tablet to start with’ stated the instructions, ‘then proceed with the tablet’. Hahahaha…… one sniff and Shadow turned tail. I had to run back to the vets to ask them to give me one those little pill-shooters instead, as I am positive that tomorrow morning he will be a Refusenik.

This evening, it was Zoom-time with ‘the girls’. There were just four of us tonight, with Sue P seeing some other friends, Sue D still out in Australia, and Janet arriving home too late from having had a long day out with the family.

It was lovely though. I don’t know what we find to talk about but talk we do. We were the same four as those who’d got together on Monday, so you wouldn’t think we’d have much to say, but we managed it somehow.

A lovely day (except for the sick cat, of course) which is much the same as we’ve had for the last few days. I am certainly not complaining, At this rate, my depression will have gone altogether. Fingers crossed anyway.

Take care everyone. God bless.

And, just for fun and because I haven’t shared one for ages – Susie Dent’s Word of the Day is ‘ipsedixitism’ (19th century): the insistence that something is ‘fact’ because someone else said so. I have no idea to what or to whom she is referring! Have you?