Sorry for the gap between posts, but Keith has been quite unwell in the past week - sleeping badly, which really affects the Parkinsons, and with painful neck spasms, which left him barely able to get around some days. He perked up when we went to the Fleamarket at Carmarthen on Sunday, on the mobility scooter, and made a couple of purchases, one of which (an antique Mandau) he may well keep. I got some nice things too, including some German mid-century Studio pottery, which in my defence came at the right price. I had said No More china!
Even our Sunday treat out was stressful though as we were half an hour late leaving, and when I came to use my phone as we needed to contact friends to say we'd be late, I couldn't find my charger for it (it was down to 22%). It always lives in the car but not now! I will have to buy another one.
When we got there Keith wanted to see every stall thoroughly, and chat to friends, and so I began to worry about being away from the kittens for so long. That's the trouble when your stress levels are already high.
Then it was trying to sort out a problem, this past two days. You will all know what it is like when you are trying to contact a company about something, and you get a robot to speak to. If your particular problem isn't a one word option the robot knows, that's it. In fact, when I said I want to speak to a real person, I got cut off! This is Sky, by the way. We had a 2nd booster (Q box is it?) which never worked properly, so I cancelled the subscription and they wanted the box back. They sent me a box and label, and I sent it back on 3rd November. Then last week I got a text saying if I didn't send it back, I would get a fine! You can't reply to that texted message. Of course, I can't get through to the right place, on the phone or on line. I was going from room to room (computer in one place, ability to use mobile phone in another - it doesn't recognize the house phone). I left it overnight, in a tizz, then today I couldn't find the proof of postage. Goodness, I got my knickers in a real twist and went from room to room looking for it before finally finding it in Tam's bedroom on her bookcase - inches from the window I have to stand at to get a phone signal. It doesn't help that Royal Mail are on strike, so I couldn't even check on line today to see if it had been actually delivered (forgot to do this last week).
When I gave Keith today's post, and a brown DVLC envelope which had been moved and then covered on the table after arriving last week, he said he wanted the one that came last week for taxing the car. I searched everywhere again, getting even more stressed, only to twig that the one I gave him this morning and the one with forms in which he opened today were one and the same. We had words, and had to go for a walk before I exploded!
L.Whale and Alfie - "we're safe out here", and Alfie thinks as he is not actually TOUCHING the table, he is allowed to be there!!
It's been quite stressful with the kittens, keeping them contained if Big Boys loose, but then once the big boys realized they were in the new big crate, they wouldn't even come into the room and have been sleeping in the kitchen. I have Feliway arriving tomorrow to calm big cats down - I wish they did a human form!! Alfie did walk in this afternoon, and didn't hiss and spit for once (babies asleep in their "cage"!)
I'd best go down and rescue Keith now as I fed the kittens before coming up to finish writing this and they will be turbo-charged!
