Afternoon, mumpers! It’s currently 12c/54f with a predicted high of 14c/57f, and mostly cloudy. Weather app says “I often give zero fucks on days like today. Apparently fucking Mother Nature also gives zero fucks.” OK, it’s not that bad, there’s some cloud and some sun, and it’s delightfully cool out there.
Sometimes you just have to play along because you owe them a little something, even if you know you’re not really going to enjoy it.
Poor Hubs, that does not sound good at all. Sounds like they were able to treat it quickly and whilst it’s still not a pleasant experience for him, it’s good to know that they were straight on it.
Do you have to insist on that being white as well? Sounds like a lot of pretentious fuckwittery to me 
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It’s most likely because she doesn’t smell right, so now he knows there’s a familiar-looking cat in the house but it doesn’t smell like the cat he’s used to. That won’t last long, I’m sure she’ll be snuggling up with him soon enough.
Sometimes it’s easier to smile, say yes, accept it and know for sure you’ll just be keeping it safe until you thrift it later. Much less stress, makes her happy and it’s really no skin off your nose to shove a bag of clothes into a corner until you can rid yourself of it. If she believes it’s gone to your daughter’s house, she won’t even worry about not seeing any of them.
My sick day yesterday was very pleasant, I did very little apart from watching stuff on the TiVO and looking after the cats. I’m definitely coughing less today so that’s a good thing, and I am back in the office today.
I had to suffer a “return to work” interview with the boss which involved a short form, really she could just have emailed it to me but she likes to think she’s doing things properly. 'Twas a monumental waste of time, but we did talk about some other stuff so what should have been a 10-minute conversation became almost an hour. Then I had an hour-long meeting with my new minion which was very productive.
Just the afternoon to go, and then a pleasant weekend to look forward to. I’m taking myself to the gym in the morning because I need the mental health boost. Then we have a friend coming down from Bolton and we’re off to a gig in the evening. That means yummy dinner at the fab Turkish place we went to last time she was here. Should be a good night, and I get to spend Sunday slothing to get over it.