What a mess
What a mess our office is. It’s so bad I don’t even want to use the bed in there and am happier finding some other place to doze. Mum is finally trying to sort out the things which need doing and decorate, but to do that she is having to take everything out first. She has been boxing up and boxing up – it wears me out just watching. Would you believe on her bookshelves she even had a book about CATS? I kid you not. What am I supposed to think about that?
The first job
Rather unusually, the first job is going to be to fit skirting boards where they are missing. That is not in itself too worrying, however, Mum has got it into her head that she can do it herself. She has never fitted skirting boards before – oh and due to her bad knees she can’t actually kneel down, so I’m not exactly sure where she’s planning to fit them. All I can say is that dogs don’t have these problems. I’m going to be acting supervisor, unless things become too difficult in which case I will be as far away as possible.
Dispute over the colour
Now as far as Aristotle and I are concerned this office is ours as well as Mums. As such we should have a say in the colour it’s painted. Ari and I can’t actually agree, but that’s not the point. We should also be able to veto any books about cats. There is no place for cat books in our office, or ones about Jack Russells, but that’s more in honour of Alfie’s wishes than anything I really feel myself.
Five feet tall
When we lived in Yorkshire, our village had a sunflower competition. Each year Mum and Ari tried their best and completely failed. The only year their sunflowers germinated the slugs ate them. This year, we live in Warwickshire and don’t have a sunflower competition to take part in. We have however managed to grow a sunflower which on measuring day is five feet tall. It still wouldn’t have won, but Aristotle is very proud of it.
Love
Wilma
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