Saturday, wet and windy earlier on here in the cultural centre of the civilised world but brightened up in the afternoon and all became well with the place. After around 5 weeks of near continuous presence Big Tabby Tom was no where to be seen this morning and old allatsea was bit on the worried side. We’re not far from a the Esplanade which has its fair share of phuckwitted, Corsa driving twatheads hurtling along oblivious to all danger and risk, so always fear the worst. Anyway, fears were allayed when he waddled nonchalantly back into the garden around lunchtime and immediately did his ‘feed me now or die’ dance. It’s very effective although we’re nt sure why.
The day’s been spent (apart from worrying about feral moggies) getting all ready for Monday and the new job start. Paperwork’s in place (VAT reg etc etc), invoices readied, finest frocks pressed and cleaned, safety gear mustered, hat modelled at jaunty angle etc. Yes sir, it’s all ready to rock and roll. Have even started the post Christmas detox regime, for someone who’s addicted to beer and strong coffee it’s going to be hard work, but will be done. The 55 year old body can’t take it like it once did. Nothing like.
Mummy allatsea is arranging a large family lunch tomorrow but baba allatsea has declined the invitation. Sitting round a table with a dozen cousins not seen for as many years is hard work when there’s no escape. I’ll toddle along for the closing ‘speeches’, say hello and return to the towers at Westbrook. They’re all nice enough folks, but I’m not and don’t always make much of an effort to be nice to them. Besides, most of them are retired on hugely generous pensions and I’m seething with jealousy.