Daily Archives: October 19, 2009

How energetic is that?

What a day.
What. A. Day.

OK, so I’ll admit it started with a lie-in, followed by a luxurious soak in the bath. I can’t really deny that. But it was essential, I say, otherwise I’d never have made myself set out on the walk as it was SUCH a COLD morning!

I walked. And walked. And walked. It was apparently 3/4 hour walk – not a great distance but far enough on a chilly day. It was an essential walk as I was going to Halfords to claim my free bike (Don’t tell the Smudgelet!) which was the sweetener they were offering to anyone joining the gym during September. Typical, I get a new bike just at the same time as the doctor forbids me to ride one! Still, I like in hope – once my eyes are sorted I’ll be able to accompany the Smudgelet on a bike ride or two. Anyway, I was measured up to make sure the bike frame was the right size, and they’re making the bike up for me and I have to collect it on Wednesday and wheel it home.

Thence I walked to the gym and virtuously did my hour’s exercise. I say virtuously. I think it was more “guiltily” as I am supposed to go 2-3 times between each training session and I hadn’t been at all since the last one. I postponed tomorrow’s session and will have to make myself go again tomorrow and Wednesday before my new appointment on Thursday!

Next on the agenda, a walk around New Malden, a bit of shopping, coffee in the church, a bit of thinking about what I might buy for my WISE recipient, a trip to the library, and then the thirty-five minute walk home to fetch the letters I’d forgotten to take with me and then to walk again to the the local post box in the hope that I might beat the strike.

Then the housework. A mountain of washing up, followed by a quick shuffle round the lounge which was looking a tip.

And now I’m wondering. Can I be bothered to travel with the Smudgelet on the bus to his band practice and to spend the waiting time in the gym there (the only place available to wait) or should I simply give in and give him the night off? I don’t want him to miss band, especially as he’s a bit negative about his ability to play and march for the Lord Mayor’s Show next month, but the two people who normally offer him lifts aren’t going tonight and it’s a bit dark for him to go on his own.

We seem to have gained a cat

It wouldn’t be so bad if it were one of those poor, endearing waifs who clearly need someone to love them.

Tango is one of THOSE cats. He’s a big, beefy, bosscat of a cat – looks sweet and adorable but is about as sweet and adorable as a steamroller. I haven’t yet sussed whether he and Charlie are friends or mortal enemies, and if the latter it’s clearly Tango who has the upper paw.

Two mornings running now I’ve fed Charlie in the kitchen first thing and then made my way into the lounge, only to find a huge black and white Tango curled up in a corner of the sofa, making himself perfectly well at home. One good thing – he doesn’t get any of Charlie’s food, Charlie’s far too quick off the mark for that! And there doesn’t seem to be any animosity when Tango arrives as there’s no hissing or mewling or violent scrapping disturbing my slumber in the night (and the flat is small enough for it to be impossible for claws to be drawn without either me or the Smudgelet hearing it).

Each time Tango’s been evicted with a clear message of displeasure on my part (The Smudgelet can’t quite summon up the same degree of enthusiasm in evicting the squatter – he’s won over by the “sweet and adorable” act). But it doesn’t seem to deter him. Not one bit.