It's poured with rain for the entire day and I've been fidgety and restless and not known what to do with myself, especially after finding yet another Mary Ann on Ancestry and a family who named three sons William and they all of them died as babies...and there were six eggs in the kitchen that were five weeks out of date.
One of the kittens knocked their dish of water over in the bathroom and they've been playing about in the bottom of the shower again 'cos their little paw-prints are everywhere and Himself bought the last two packets of kitten food in the supermarket...so he added a bag of Purina kitten food which is horribly expensive...then he gave Murphy a little bit of raw chicken, while I told him if the cat is sick because of eating it I won't be clearing it up...
And the loo is discoloured again with the dreaded limescale and Coca-Cola didn't work actually so I've tipped half a bottle of Domestos down which kills 99% of all known germs and I'd be ever so grateful if Domestos would tell me which germs it doesn't kill...quite probably the most lethal ones.
We moved into a house once which had a Barn Owl jammed down the upstairs loo...stone dead of course.
Eilis threw her un-digested tea up last night all over the throw on the easy chair and it made me feel quite queasy which is odd because I used to have a really strong stomach for yucky stuff but now I haven't...Millie tried to eat it...waste not, want not is Millie's attitude obviously, but Himself had it off the chair and outside in the blink of an eye...
There was an enormous dead rat in the turf shed this morning...Himself slung it somewhere...didn't ask where. Best not to know.
In the end I spent an hour or so in my shed with the horrid Eclipse feeding me oxygen but I don't think it works properly 'cos I get ever so breathless when I'm using it...and it's so noisy, can't hear yourself think. But now I've all the squares cut for the new settee throw and some more coming this week that I ordered from a site in England...there weren't any wasps about and who can blame them...they've probably drowned in the relentless rain.
Won't be much longer before we hear the wild Swans and Geese coming into the Lough for the winter...wonder if I'll hear the juvenile Long Eared Owls flying overhead in the night again...they have an eerie cry which resonates all around.
Monday tomorrow.
A Totally Excellent Day!
