Blinking Lights

G is away for the weekend.  To a "Wellness Hotel".  A very German thing.  Probably like a spa type thing on the Affeninsel*.

And so to show she was going to miss me, she didn't leave a note or send me a message.  She switched on the dishwasher and left it for me to empty.

That's love apparently.

I thought the cats would seek me out, what with me having the heating on and the power of opening tins.  But no.  They are still upstairs.  In G's office.  There has been meowing but I think that is more a lament for the One-Who-Is-Not-Here.

I shall do Auslaender-Left-Alone things.  If I could see a full-moon I would sing.



*An affectionate nickname for the UK - the "Monkey Island"