When I opened the ladder up to our loft bedroom last night, I realised that the cat had once again expressed his displeasure with the move in the standard way, fortunately this time on the spare quilt rather than on the bed 🙁 So this morning we togged him up with a harness and lead and took him out to explore the garden.
It went really well for the first 15 minutes or so, he explored all around the back of two sheds and the garage, the vegetable area and part of the lawn. He was working his way towards the front of the house when a bike went by on the road and he panicked 🙁 Big was holding the lead at the time, and didn’t know to just stop him running so he made it through the trellis and round a post and me, tangling the lead thoroughly before clambering up the post absolutely beside himself, hissing and spitting the lot.
It took Tim and me to untangle him – I got him by the scruff and unpeeled him from the post – quite surprised not to get a face or an armful of claws in the process, but he seemed a lot happier once I was holding him. So then we came back inside, and he hasn’t been anywhere near the door since, obviously deciding that that was a bad idea.
Children have pretty much vegged today, while I’ve started to work in desultory fashion through the list of ppl to notify of our move. Big started thinking of new address letters, and did some more work on her Nature Detectives pack, the leaf ladder this time. We did make it out to pick up registration forms for the doctor (I’m intrigued by the one that says you have to hand it in a week before you register??) and paid another visit to the library as well as picking up some more world book day books, Winnie to the Rescue!/Yuck’s Rotten Joke Ha! Ha! Ha!
for Small and Percy Jackson and the Sword of Hades / Groovy Greeks (Horrible Histories)
for Big. She fancied the Yuck one actually, but I couldn’t see much point in having two copies in the house, must make sure that Small lets her read it, given that he’s finished it, both bits, already!
Also bought Small a new coat in the local cheap shop as his doesn’t appear to have made the journey, sigh. *Must* remember that telling him to do something like picking up something is insufficient and I need to check he’s actually followed through with whatever the instruction is. The coat’s quite nice though, and sized for age 7 so has plenty of growing room, at £7 not too bad a price to pay I suppose.
And that’s pretty much been the day. Big watched some Victorian Farm while I was making them pasta for tea and filling out doctors’ forms, and now they are in their bedroom. Their behaviour has been less than outstanding today, so I’m quite pleased for it to be bedtime, although I know I’m nowhere near as understanding as I should be given the level of stress I’m feeling. Got as far as trying to ring the local EPAU to self-refer, and got through to a fax machine before the phone died on me. Will try again tomorrow. Am trying to think that utter exhaustion and constant faint nausea are positive symptoms, but do remember that I felt that way with the first miscarriage too, way back whenever it was (need to look it up for the doctor’s form. I try not to remember that sort of thing.)
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