Crumbs, Friday already, just the weekend and then I fly home. Mind, I should be back in five weeks to enjoy a weekend of culture at the Heaney Homeplace with Cousin’s friend Ann. I have booked my flights this morning, and am texting and whatsapping to arrange cat care for my boy.
Last night we went to see Cousin’s brother, my cousin Tom, who has just retired as a church minister. He and his wife have their hands full packing up the contents of a house that has been home for some twenty years, finding somewhere new to live and visiting their eldest son daily in the hospital where he has been for nearly five months.
Tom was keen to offer me sets of books he will no longer have room for, or maybe I’d like the imposing and very fine sideboard his father thought would be perfect in a rectory. It wasn’t just the fact that the luggage allowance on Easyjet precludes such items that made my refusal more prompt than diplomatic; my own home is full to bursting.
The new house sounds promising, but it needs a lot of attention. Keep your fingers and toes crossed that the deal goes through quickly and the most disruptive work can be done before they move in. Retired Church of Ireland clergy do not get magnificent pensions, and this particular cleric has been giving his money to good causes for years.
So our talk ranged through family memories, Young Tom’s anticipated move to the Brain Injury Unit to begin his rehabilitation, removing polystyrene tiles from ceilings and the merits of plasterboard, whether their two cats may move to the country and live at Cousin’s while their dog (don’t stroke her, she may try to bite you) will move with them.
Today has been quiet. My choice. I have had a slight cold but it has attacked my sinuses, so that by the time we got home last night my head was pounding and I felt sick. A good night’s sleep helped, but the headache is still nagging, so I’m resisting the temptation to go out to the cinema.
Messages from Birgit suggest that MasterB has got her trained to his satisfaction. He has been demanding breakfast with menaces at unsocial hours, knocking over items in the bedroom one by one, but fortunately not breaking anything. He has started to expect her to carry him up the last flight of stairs. My return may not be entirely welcome.
Fortunately Birgit is very forgiving, and has said she can look after him if necessary when I come back next month. I’ll be hoping to see Puppy again, catch up on her progress, but she may have relocated to Belfast by then. She has rather stolen my heart, so it’s a good thing I love MasterB so much, and I am looking forward to being reunited with him, or I might be trying to smuggle her home in my bag.