In Italy in the summer, we waited in vain for half an hour for the bus into town that was supposed to run every 10 mins or so. Gave up and got a taxi.
Said to him we were waiting for the bus but it never showed.
Oh he says itâs Sunday.
Do they not run on Sundays?
They do he says, but you never know when. And he said it in a such a way that this was the most natural thing in the World, and why would anyone question it
Itâs soul destroying when you find yourself singing the theme songs to these shows mindlessly in the car and the childer not even with you. I have the bridge section of Postman Pat nearly nailed now, I hit the right note at the start 80% of the time.
The sister rang there in the week to fill me in on the dayâs tribulations. I asked was hopper causing any bother.
"Not in the slightest bit,"she said, âheâs grand to have round the place.â
âHe would eat anything though, he came in the last day late, and ate 4 massive jumbo venison sausagesâ
âI couldnât believe that he ate them allâ she said
âHow do you eat all of them at once?â And he halfway down the last one.
âItâs a bad dayâ, he replied âto be a venison sausageâ
I dunno, this was in Galway.
The cat is some piece of work. Decided it would only ate fish cat food. Now it wonât eat the salmon one. Even wonât eat prawns sometimes which herself feeds it regularly. It wonât be picked up or sit on your lap, but does like being in the room with you. Thereâs these catlick things in Aldi it loves so much it literally drools all over you whilst youâre trying to get it open. Herself insists I feed it one every evening as she doesnât want dribble on her clothes.
If it doesnât get what it wants, it looks you straight in the eye, and starts scratching the carpet.
Itâs a vicious little bugger. She looks like she had a go at slashing her wrist after yesterday.
Sheâs trying the desensitizing thing where I have to chase it, pick it up, and wrap it in a blanket on her lap so she can kiss it.
It absolutely hates this.