I’ve mostly got the bungalow ready, though I still haven’t made the bed and I need to take a fridge through there – we have two. I’ll have to empty one of them into the other, which will be a bit like Roses moving from a three-bedroomed house into a two-bedroomed flat and hoping everything will fit in. Oh, and the china that I found (I wondered where I’d put all that blue and white stuff) is now in the dishwasher. I also managed to find the extra keys that I’d had cut and then put rather too safely away.
The autumn is going to be pretty busy because I’ve got two holidays booked and, because my sister is expecting to have an operation, I’m also planning to spend quite some time with her, very likely travelling up and down to catch up with things at home. I’ll probably not mention dates or tell you when I’m away because, although family will be here with Russell some of the time, he may be alone at others. Blogging may be spasmodic or on general topics and I’ll tell you about the holidays later.
I was talking to Rupert the spaniel’s owner today and she says he now sleeps on the bed with her and her husband. Actually, it may be simplest if that’s what he does while he’s here too. When he was little (he’s now eleven months old) he slept in a dog-cage, but that hasn’t been the situation for a while and I’ve a feeling that he and Ben would play half the night and keep waking us up. If Ben is downstairs and Rupert is upstairs, it should be better, especially if he frets without them. I don’t mind, when I was in my teens I slept with three large dogs on my (double, fortunately) bed. My dogs have always slept downstairs, though Tilly used to come in the bed for a cuddle first thing.
You can tell, can’t you, that I have work to do? It’ll get done, though possibly not until midnight.