I just got back from a shift at my job in the cafe at a local gallery. I'm exhausted. There were lots of little old Grandmothers who looked sweet on the surface but instead were pernickety and vicious. That's not how Grannies are supposed to be. To pick myself up after a long Sunday, I'm wearing this hot pink jumper from H&M, my banana brooch and my friend Charlie is coming over to make a quiche with me and embark on Season 2 of Homeland. I've been holding out after binging on the first season over Christmas, so that we can watch it together.
In other news, my cat got put down this week (all that thinking about death..and then more comes) which really blows because he was absolutely ace. This big, fat pile of black fur and begrudging love, who would rarely let you pick him up without putting up a fight but would always come and seek you out and curl up for bedtime company. He also used to fart in my Stepdad's mugs of tea as a revenge tool which was personally one of my favourite things about him. He trotted like a pony and you could hear him coming down the stairs, his steps booming like human feet. Not everyone understands the whole cat grief thing but it really, really blows. Yesterday at work I accidentally sliced through the knuckle on my little finger on a broken mug. There was a lot of blood but that hurt decidedly less. There have also been nice things about this week, it hasn't been all doom and gloom, but it has been one to make me appreciate life when it runs smoothly and without pain.
In other news, my cat got put down this week (all that thinking about death..and then more comes) which really blows because he was absolutely ace. This big, fat pile of black fur and begrudging love, who would rarely let you pick him up without putting up a fight but would always come and seek you out and curl up for bedtime company. He also used to fart in my Stepdad's mugs of tea as a revenge tool which was personally one of my favourite things about him. He trotted like a pony and you could hear him coming down the stairs, his steps booming like human feet. Not everyone understands the whole cat grief thing but it really, really blows. Yesterday at work I accidentally sliced through the knuckle on my little finger on a broken mug. There was a lot of blood but that hurt decidedly less. There have also been nice things about this week, it hasn't been all doom and gloom, but it has been one to make me appreciate life when it runs smoothly and without pain.
6 comments:
season 2 of homeland is pretty great. it still has all the oomph and suspense of the first season.
im so sorry for your loss. RIP to your cat. hope the bright fuchsia would cheer you up a bit.
Oh Stevie I feel your pain ! We've lost two cats in the last couple of years. One was a kitten who mysteriously disappeared *coughcough horrible neighbour who threatened he'd do the same with our other cats* :( and my child hood cat Marge passed away just before Christmas from old age. It's weird because I cried and then felt stupid for crying but then was like whatever cats are great and it's like loosing a tiny furry friend who doesn't speak but always makes you feel better.
That pink jumper is pretty cheery though. Enjoy your quiche and I wish your knuckle a speedy recovery. M xo
I'm so, so sorry about your cat - that's horrible! He sounds like a character, though.
There will be better weeks! You are such a gorgeous girl and so smart too, things will go well!
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I'm so sorry about your cat :(
I am sorry to hear about your cat, I totally understand cat grief - they are amazing animals and such characters. Your jumper is gorgeous by the way and you look ace. X
I have the same jumper! It sure is my pick me up when I feel down, although I can't get it to stop leaving a trail of pink fluff everywhere!
I'm also sorry to hear about your cat, I honestly don't know what I'd do without mine.. even the headless mice I find still warm my cockles. Don't forget it's only a few more days until a new week :)
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