MasterB in the East

Just in case your hearts have been wrung by thoughts of MasterB confined first in the car in his travel basket, then on das Boot, then back in the car again, I trust these pictures will offer reassurance.

Yogic Cat

Yogic Cat

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Between the Seasons

Seeing the signs of spring as I drove to and from Aunt’s was a tonic.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA Drifts of snowdrops beside the road; slightly more light at the end of the afternoon; busy birds.
From Aunt’s flat I watched blue tits and blackbirds. A male pheasant strutted by, his feathers gorgeous in the sunshine. A green woodpecker attacked the grass. Aunt and I gazed at him from the window.
At the front of the building the river birds were noisily in charge. The geese were the most evident, but ducks snoozed on the grass, and a pair of swans paddled by. OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAOLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA
On the way home, I was surprised to see signs of snowfall. There had been a dusting of snow on Thursday night, but I hadn’t thought it had been enough to settle. These are the strange weeks where winter and spring seem to intermingle.Today i dried my washing on the line and walked around outside with no coat gloves or scarf. Yesterday I felt as though the cold had seeped into my bones.

Ulcerated Aunt

I heard an owl when I went outside earlier, and then again a few minutes ago. Otherwise the silence seems intense. If I listen hard I can hear cars faintly. They are swishing through the dark streets of an East Anglian night.

Aunt was worried I might be cold. In her flat the heat was like a wall. She had at least five layers on that I could make out, and thermal leggings under her warm trousers. How the elderly must have suffered in the old days, and how some must suffer now when they economise on heating to be able to pay the bills.The guest room is what estate agents describe as cosy; but it will do. The first thing I did was open the window and turn off the heater. That was hours and hours ago. It’s still very warm here. Hot air rises, but I am on the ground floor.

Taking the various bits of recycling out to the bins the cold felt delicious, like when you go clubbing and outside the cool air on your skin is like a welcome friend.

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Pink and White Spring

We’re moving into blossom season. Finally, the signs are here. I am heading East shortly, just letting MasterB have a turn outside before the car journey. He has been playing with his girlfriend this morning. They were chasing each other. Unfortunately, most of the action went on behind a car, and as she is still scared of me I had to be content with what could be seen from through the window. It was MsterB’s posture that alerted me to the game in the first place, very alert, looking at something, then pouncing and running.
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Does this need a snappier title?

This will have to wait until Sunday and I’m back in London, as there is no internet connection here at Mother’s. No mobile signal either. But I don’t mind that.

It’s been an interesting evening.

I had to stop on my way East to get some bits and pieces for Mother, that, with the various stretches of roadworks, hitting school home time, and so on, it was half past five when I got here.

Much as I should have liked to go straight to Mother, I had to settle Cat first. His eyes were huge and round and he hid under the bed, emerging almost immediately to use the litter tray I put in the bathroom.

I made my journeys from car to guest room, or Guest Suite as it is rather grandly and misleading called. I commandeered the completely empty fridge on the landing communal sitting room and wondered why I didn’t have any towels or loo roll. I looked at the cups on the tray and in my room and found them uninvitingly dirty. No sign of a glass either, and the kettle was half full of stale water. Yuk.

So, rubber gloves on and I filled the sink. I saw the communal cups were pretty dirty too, so I washed those as well. I picked the prettiest and took it back to my room.

Cat came out from under the bed and I fed him.

I went down to Mother’s flat but she was already asleep.

I tiptoed into the kitchen and shut the door. I had food that needed to go into the freezer.

I looked in the cupboards and clutched my hair. Literally. The cups made the ones in my room look pristine. There were bits of food adhering to plates and bowls. The glasses looked smeary and unpleasant. The tea caddy was in the fridge. The microwave was a health hazard. Continue reading