Well, most of the boxes are unpacked, or tucked away in the special cupboard just under the stairs outside the flat. I managed to put the vacuum cleaner around yesterday for the first time since we moved in, and what a difference!
Still getting to grips with my water heater system - wasn't enough hot water last night after Rowan's bath for me to have more than a tepid one myself.
My cat Symba joined us last night, seriously freaked out from being caught, combed and treated for fleas (lots of grass and other cats in this neighbourhood, so it's a constant problem) and suffering the indignity of having a flea collar on for the first time in years. He spend the rest of the night stood at his food bowls with a deer in headlights expression on his face, which I studiously ignored.
This morning he was screaming at us more than he ever does, and doing the whole angry quivering-tail thing. We're having to restrict him to the kitchen and living room, which have an ajoining door as well as entry from the hallway. Rowan's being very good about closing the door, and spent quite a lot of time under his bed trying to coax the cat out yesterday (Ah to be that small!)
This evening he seems a lot calmer, though he's sticking close to me. He's even gone and had a claw at his new scratching post, and investigated the top of the dining table. Screams plaintively at me if I'm in the kitchen, but his food and water doesn't need replacing. And his new litter tray (god, I hate the things) will keep till the morning. But then, I've never been able to understand Symba. Not the way I understood Tammie. But then, I had him in my life for fifteen years.
God, nearly two and a half years he's been gone. And I still miss him so much.
Also realised to my horror yesterday that I forgot my parents' wedding anniversary on saturday....*shame* And apparently, so did everyone else. And I mean everyone. Dad says I have a reasonable excuse - not that I feel any better for that - but jeez. Twenty eight years - you'd think at least some of the family would remember, especially since Mam takes pains to remember everyone else's birthdays/anniversaries.
And no, Nan and Grampy - I am not taking the blame for not reminding you yet again this year. You should be able to remember your eldest son's wedding anniversary, dammit.
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