Motivational Scottification with a hint of ginger.
Bon freaking dia to you all. Ginger day is upon up at last and I though I'd Scottify your morning. Didn't this week seem very long? Or maybe it's just me. Every day seemed to last for two, every minute stretched into an hour. Bleaurgh. But huzzah! In some short hours the paramour and I will be heading off for the weekend, leaving a very befuddled Etheline in charge of some very demanding cats. Huzzah thrice!
Of course I have been bugging the ever loving shit out of her.
'Don't over feed them, the one-eyed on is not unlike a dog, it WILL follow you about. He's a butter licker too, so watch that. And beware the Bigger of the Cats and his wailing hostilities. He will test your ever last nerve. Puddy's lovely, but we all know that.'
'They're cats, they will be fine.'
'Don't forget you have to lock them in at night.'
'Otherwise they'll get knocked down or something. Maybe even attacked by roving gangs of fire cracking youths, you saw what happened to that poor swan right?'
'I'll lock them in.'
'They like to let out by seven am.'
'The number for the vets is-'
'On the phone I know you told me.'
'You can give Puddy one of the small tins of fancy cat food, but only if the others aren't around, they'll bully her if they find out.'
'They like to snooze in my office during the day. They have baskets in there. Puddy's is the one with the purple tartan Avoca blanket in it.'
'I gave you that!'
'Oh, er. Well Puddy you see...'
'It cost a fucking fortune.'
'I see. It's a bit scratchy.'
I wanted to tell her the Bigger of the Cats will attempt to secure that particular basket for himself but Etheline has THAT puss on her so there was no point.
'Our numbers are on the fridge.'
'Which numbers would those be?"
'Well, the paramour's number.'
'So if there's-'
'Will you just stop! You're coming back on Sunday aren't you? For God's sake, what could possible happen between now and Sunday?'
If this was a movie or an episode of Scrubs the outlines would blur as one apocalyptic vision after another flashed before your eyes. Culminating with all three cats being skinned alive by Fur Farmers and then roasted on a spit by hunters wearing nothing but white face paint and ginger wigs. But I say nothing as I fear she will Chinese Burn me to death.
Anyway, since I won't be about to put up a Satdee post, here's what I did. I ran the legs off myself, a 10, a 12 and a 16. I would run today but for the flying and all, plus I'm missing kickboxing, which I feel weird about. Will this mean I'll go a whole week without bruises? Maybe I can run myself into some brick walls or something. Anyway with only one month to go before the DCM I'll be concentrating more and more on the running before tapering. If I can knock even twenty minutes of last year's time I'll be happy enough, any more than that and I'll be over the moon. But we'll see.
Have a very nice weekend everyone, especially Eva.