The Importance of Being Idle

Randomly Assembled

After Thursdays insanely bad weather, Friday and Saturday have been like summer days, albeit in the middle of January. There's a little part of me that thinks the weather is reacting to my mood and reflecting my happiness. There is another much larger and more logical part of me which thinks that two summer days in the middle of January is an obvious sign of global warning, and can in no way be construed a "good thing".
I didn't do much yesterday to be honest, just toodled about and basked in my relief. Then in the evening Ronnie made me a lovely little indoor picnic to celebrate my good news, although as she pointed out it actually gets us no closer to finding out what is wrong. Still, I'll take almost anything that's not a brain tumor, eh?
Today was another shiny happy day, and we went looking for new glasses for Ronnie. This was a more time-consuming task than either of us had anticipated, perhaps because her family optician really didn't have anything she liked, but she somehow felt she'd be letting folk down if she didn't choose from their range. Luckily she gave up in the end, and promptly found a pair that she simply wouldn't put down, and refused to go look anywhere else because they were the ones! And she got a second pair free, a pair that will be sun-glasses (even though the opticians stress that they really aren't).
Archie hasn't been at all happy with his new diet again. In fact this morning he gave me such a look, almost like he was being insulted with the pathetic fare I laid before him. He'd actually eaten quite a lot of his diet food, like he thought that might somehow be the key to getting his real food back, and when I placed another identical bowl of it before him this morning he looked so hurt and confused that I wanted to weep. Yesterday we even caught him on top of the fence looking into next door's garden, as though he was considering auditioning a new family who'd feed him properly. This evening though he got to have some tuna mixed into the crunchies (so we could hide his meds) and when he realised what I was giving him he wouldn't leave me alone, even stopping every few paces on the way to make sure I hadn't decided to switch bowls, or that I'd just forgotten what I was doing and just wandered off randomly. Unsurprisingly he's already eaten every morsel that was in the dish, and it's barely been two hours since I gave it to him! But tomorrow morning I know I'm gonna get the look again, no matter how many times I tell him it's for his own good!

posted by BadMonkey @ 8:33 PM