When The Mouse Is Away

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow*

Today, Caro and Feefs flew back up north for the wedding that I don't have to go to. This leaves me alone for a final weekend in Aurora.

I have done very little in their absence. For a start, I went to work, but there was hardly anyone there. My colleagues very sensibly decided to book today off after the national holiday on Thursday, and have a 4 day weekend.

But as I'm off Monday, to move house, I thought I'd best turn up today.

Also there was no Smock. This was awesome. She thinks she is indispensable and that when she is not here everyone just dicks about all day, so she hardly EVER isn't there. 

So I took the opportunity of her not being there to dick about all day. I even wrote a cover letter for a contract somewhere else. 

I wasn't COMPLETELY useless today. I packed up a bag of cat food that the lads have been ignoring to take to the animal food bank. Naturally, as soon as I had packed this bag, Jasper stuck his nose into it, and Punky sat forlornly next to it, trying to make me feel guilty. But no. I was implacable. 

After work, I came home and hung out with the little guys, watching the filums. I watched Doctor Sleep, which I quite enjoyed. This was odd, as I'm not a fan of The Shining at all. But this was quite exciting and mysterious. I thought. 

Now it is late. And I am watching a Hammer film. I may sleep late tomorrow. If today has proven anything it is that when the mouse is away, the cats will play.

Or something.

S.

* I fear that Mr. Mad Dog has left us. I think Boris's election victory has done him in. It is a tragedy.