My blog has been quiet of late, mainly because I have been psyching myself up for an operation I had yesterday. A minor one, but my first time to be knocked out. I was very concerned about a few things.
Would I fart? Would I wake up shouting and/or swearing at everyone for waking me up? Would I be ill and have to stay in?
Luckily, I didn't show myself up and managed to come home the same day, still a bit woozy but home all the same.
The animals had obviously missed me. Stella went nuts, nothing new there, she does every time she sees me. Mum said that after the time I normally get home she kept going to the front window and looking out for me, and wouldn't settle. She went nuts for 30 seconds then promptly went to bed.
The cats did their best to trip me up, I felt like a dyslexic Pied Piper, everywhere I went I was followed by cats. They all made a fuss of me, Tickles and Tatwo had a punch up under my bed and got told off, so they took themselves back downstairs in a huff. And that was the last I saw of them until this morning.
That's right....for the first time in years I had the bed all to myself. And just to make the most of it, I was in bed before 9 year old Demon!!
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