Bloody hell, feels like I've not been on blog for ages, when in reality its only a few days. The trouble is, I officially asked the boyf to move in the other day, and went and got a key cut for him, and we've both been ill with a cold (well, he had man-flu, obviously) so I've not been able to sneak away for an hour and catch up on my blogging. However, today he feels fit enough to go to the gym, which means blogheaven!!
It is annoying tho - I got caught in torrential rain on Thursday, and was already feeling run down, and knew that a cold was imminent, yet even at my worst I managed to force-feed the boyf mushroom soup and cheese butties, and give him the head rubs that he loves, and go to the pharmacy to get benedryl for his hay-fever, and pick up all his snotty tissues that he'd left round the house. And I was feeling as rough as he was! Just goes to show that at whatever age, men always need a mother and women automatically take up that role.
Ah well, I have only the remnants of a sniffel now. Another thing, my poor kitty is getting bullied by the horrible yellow siamese cat next door. Every morning, without fail, he climbs onto the top of the fence and howls at my chubby princess, who gives as good as she gets in the growling department. Usually I run out and scare the siamese off before he comes into the garden, but this morning he decided to throw caution to the wind and pounced on my poor fluffy lady. I was outraged and threw what I had in my hand at him - a glass of coke (whoops!) - and he still didn't budge so I had to get a mop involved. Now my poor girlie is too scared to go in the garden so I've had to pet her loads and give her some mackerel for lunch. He he spoilt kitteh! Gonna walk down to the pet shop later and get her a harness so I can take her for walks in the park I think. That should be fun!!!
Okay, I've managed to gloss over the dynamite news in the first paragraph - yes, I've asked the boyf to move in. It feels right. We're talking about marriage more and more and he's here all the time anyway. At least I should see if we can live together before anything else happens. In other news, got a new bouncy mattress to break in.....