Mar. 18th, 2009

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My sniffle has gone, but I now have the Horrendous Snot Problem, which I shall probably have for the next month, judging by previous occasions.  It doesn't matter how many times I tell the cats that cat-fur and snot are not a good combination, they always want to be extra affectionate and cuddly on these occasions, such is their contrariness!

John has caught my cold, but is, of course, far more ill than I was.  He only started yesterday, but has already had a migraine which prevented him from going on Boys' Night Out (!!), eating any dinner apart from Danish Pastries, or going for a walk in the lovely sunshine this afternoon.

He's adamant that it is, in fact, not a cold but an allergy, in spite of my telling him that that is exactly what I thought for the first 24 hours when mine started.  He then said that if it was my cold he'd caught, I could jolly well take it back.  I've lost count of the number of times he has infected me with cold or flu by refusing to keep away from me when he has it, but this time, it's my fault, even though I kept telling him to keep away from me.  Oh well!

On Monday we had an Important Meeting (4 hours!!) about Newcastle CT, during which everything was resolved amicably and a certain person promised to do all sorts of things.  We'll see!  I was so shattered the next day that, even though it was a lovely day, I didn't have enough energy to do anything. 

It's such a glorious warm day that I would have loved to go somewhere today, but John has, well, let's call it an allergy, and Charles is feeling grumpy, so I'm sitting here with the window open and the heating off.  The cats love it when I have the window open and they can go out and sit on the roof of the bay window, or on the various ledges.  It makes me laugh - when I open the window, they come from all over the house and get in the way while I'm still trying to open it, so as to be first out, even though they can go out into the back-yard through the cat door whenever they want.

It occurs to me that it may be Spring!  Hurrah!  I really like being able to turn off the heating except for a couple of hours in the evening, specially as I've recently paid fuel bills of £655.  I wouldn't notice it so  much if I still had Direct Debits for the payments, but I had no choice but to get rid of the DDs, since the bank were behaving like prats and I much prefer having control of my own money anyway.  This way, everyone else in the house is aware of how much we're paying and it's made a lot of difference to how careful everyone is to turn off lights and not leave stuff on standby.

I'm rather angry at my bank.  I forgot to pay anything on the due date on my banks' credit card this month;  as soon as I realised, last week, I paid some money on it immediately, but yesterday, I noticed there was some money missing from my savings account, and found that somehow, without my authorising it, the minimum payment had been deducted from my savings account.  I suppose I shall have to open a savings account somewhere else now, which is a flaming nuisance, since I like to save the money for the fuel bills in there as well as for other stuff.  I might consider changing banks (after 30 plus years) if I hadn't heard so many horror stories about all of them that it doesn't seem worth the hassle.

There's been a lot of publicity about Premium Bonds in the last few days, and now I find that I don't know where I've put all the stuff about mine.  I've never won anything in the five years I've had them.

Yesterday poor Morgan went somewhere and managed to get himself covered with greasy black something or other.  There were several large patches on his back and some on his legs.  There was no alternative to giving him a bath.

If only he hadn't fought so hard, Charles or I might have had the chance to take photos of a wet kitty, but as it was it was definitely a two-person four-hand job.  Morgan is a sweetie, though.  He struggled like hell but he didn't attempt to scratch or bite either of us.  He did wail quite a lot, which was heart-rending.  If it had been Phoebe, we'd have both have been lacerated all up our arms.  We've never had to bathe Bramble, so I don't know what his reaction would have been.  He might well have been too strong for us to force him into the sink, but in spite of being a very bitey kitten, he's now as gentle as a lamb, so I don't think he would bite and scratch.  I hope I never have to find out!

In spite of what was quite a thorough wash with proper cat shampoo, I haven't been able to get rid of all of it and now I'm wondering what to do about it.  I think I might Google to see if there's such a thing as dry shampoo for cats.  I can't imagine what it was;  it wasn't sticky enough for oil, but it had that stubborn quality.  It looked an awful lot like some sort of greasy soot to me, but the only place there's any of that around here would be in next-door's Aga chimney, which, as far as I'm aware, is too small for a cat to get into and probably too hot anyway.

Roll on Spring proper!  I'm not looking forward to the clocks going forward on Saturday week, though.  It takes me months to catch up!  Just as I've started to wake up naturally at a 7.30, too!


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