Having been put inside a shoebox inside a wooden box, then into the coldest bedroom, Edweena found it was a lot warmer than outside, so was awake when I went to check on her. I have no idea if I’m right to be so anxious about this – I gave her a bath (you’re supposed to, I’m not going soft in the head) and we’ve put her in a plastic crate lined with paper (newspaper topped with shredded paper) in the porch, on top of the freezer so that Ben can’t snuffle at her, and she can potter around during the day if she wants to. I’ve left instructions with Russell about monitoring her Edweeing habits, to be sure her gut is empty before she goes to sleep at last. Though how to make her is another matter – she isn’t eating, in preparation for hibernation, but it’s nowhere near cold enough unless I leave her out of doors, and then it’ll become too cold. I know, I’m making too much fuss. But that’s just the way it is, I’m too maternal for my own good and I over-think things.
It’s Dora’s birthday today, the last of the five family birthdays in September. Ro took her away for the weekend to a spa hotel and she’s been thoroughly pampered. according to her Facebook status.
Charlotte is staying with us tonight, because she’s kindly driving me to the airport tomorrow. I’ve just taken her to her room, where I apologised for the clothes I left there. I turned out my wardrobe a few weeks ago, and they are all too big for me, but I haven’t quite brought myself to dispose of them yet. She happens to be a size bigger than I am, and dearly loves a rummage in old clothes, so her face lit up when I said she’d be welcome to any she likes. I think she might have a trying-on session before she goes to sleep.