What I want to tell you about is my shed. Yes, my very own shed! The Sage, Al and Mike put it up today while I was in Norwich. It’s quite small, about 6′ by 8′, but it’s my very own and when there’s a lock on the door I’m jolly well holding on to the key. It’s mine! The Sage may borrow tools from it, but only if he brings them back. If not, it’ll be the last time, I’m quite determined. Actually, I stood in there (it’s quite empty at present) and shut the door and felt … what does this say about me? … I felt safe and happy. Not that I’m unsafe nor even unhappy, or vice versa, when out of the shed, but it must have something to do with the confined space.
I was in Norwich to buy presents for Zerlina’s and Augustus’s birthdays this weekend. And their parents’ wedding anniversary – 7 years – is the day in between. Wink is coming up for the triple celebration. Well, it’ll be a single party on Sunday. But anyway, she’s coming and I’m so looking forward to seeing her. And maybe she’ll put me right on a few details about the Doghouse. I’m putting off the next dog blog, I have to admit, because it leads to a dark period and, as you know, I keep it light.
I also met Ro for lunch, which was lovely. I’ve not seen him for several weeks and had birthday presents to give him. Sadly, his birthday was three weeks ago. Indeed, bad mother.
*Hah, Jonny B, hah. I have claimed the !!! as my own.