Sunday night now and tired.
Nephew came yesterday evening with two big pieces of furniture that had belonged to my parents. I didn’t have room. So I took a deep breath and offered him Mother’s nursing trunk. I’ve had it nearly three decades and it has had a central position in my sitting room.
A smile spread across his face. K (his wife) will love it, he said. So that was that.
We carried the sideboard, then the desk up the stairs. Fortunately the bookcase on top of the desk detaches. It was odd at first to see these pieces in my home; my books on these shelves.
I moved the desk today. It was heavy, but it looks a lot better. Slowly the room is taking on a new look. I think it’ll work.
MasterB has had fun climbing over everything. He has had quite a week too. He has been making such strides with the new neighbours that they looked after him one evening while I was at a meeting. On Friday I was going out and they said they would have him again. Less successful. He peed on their bed. They have been very forgiving, inviting him back in yesterday and today, baking bread and sharing it with me. They think he wanted to go out and they didn’t let him, so lacking a litter tray, he used their quilt. Apparently he had a very full bladder…
This morning, lying on my bed, you wouldn’t have thought he could do such a thing. Butter wouldn’t melt.
A high spot of the week was seeing Blam at the Peacock Theatre. High energy, high entertainment, and a particularly male take on boredom in the office and how to deal with it. It is utterly utterly brilliant. Do see it if you can.
Tonight we are promised a gale; the biggest storm since 1987. I am hoping, just as the weathermen were famously wrong last time saying it wasn’t going to happen, this time that there is a spatter of rain and a light breeze, with tiles reamining on roofs, and trees keeping their roots in the earth.