In My Next Life....

I'm going to be a cat..what a lovely life they do lead. everything done for them, get petted and stroked when they want it, and sleep whenever they feel the need. As I type this, bobby is fast asleep in her basket in front of the window. It's not long started to rain, and it's quite blowy outside, so not altogether a pleasant day. i didn't feel like doing anything this morning, so Vin went quickly to Waitrose to get a few veggies, and i stayed in to do the big pile of ironing that has been looking at me all weekend. Mostly bedding, so fiddly to do, but worth it when it's done. Vin took my card with him and got some money out of the bank, and bought some petrol at the new service station in Formby.£40 at a time now. Good grief, I remember a time when petrol was 3s and 6pence a gallon!!!!! But..it doesn't seem that long ago since I would fill the car for Twenty Quid..Petrol must be a real problem for people these days, dread to think what it would cost to get to kirkby and back nowadays for a week, plus the extra parents classes etc., And a nice little look out of the window when you want to as well. There are a couple of cats who come visiting in our garden. Thomas who is a largish ginger tom from next door for instance, and a pretty little black and white on who lives way down the road and sometimes comes looking for company. That cat is owned by a woman who works in Waitrose, and you sometimes see her walking her two dogs along to the shops with her kids, and the little black and white one follows behind. Tonight we are having: Escalope with mixed vegetables and some baby potatoes.