What’s it all about, Alfie?

Fine if you can think of something.  Which I often can’t.  But since I largely only do this for my own pleasure then I don’t suppose that it matters all that much.

Nothing much going on around here but then we’ve all been locked up for eight weeks.

My nearest neighbours are locked up in England so I feed The Cat.  This has become so much more fascinating than I thought was possible.  She is quite a nice cat but not exactly riveting.  I think she likes me, but I am not entirely sure about that.

However, there is this offing great Ginger Tom who scares her witless.  I presume he is a Tom Cat for obvious reasons and I think he might be nicking her food.  This is not a problem because he would be hard pushed to eat it all.  Fortunately she has been seen to, otherwise God help us all.

Stray cats are a bit of a problem here, and while I am not a Cat Person I don’t like to think of them going hungry.

So back to O’Connor.  The Rotten Little Swine.  He is absolutely fine.  Never was there such a loved dog.  Oh Dear, he just peed on the floor again.  What a naughty boy he is.  What is this, I say to him, but I don’t think he gets it.  I don’t think he does it on purpose.

But thank God for French tiled floors, so there isn’t much point to getting upset about this.  I might have gotten a bit more particuliar if I had carpets.  Life grabs you as it is. So why get upset and cross about something that doesn’t actually matter.  And everyone who has ever owned a Dachshund will tell you that they are almost impossible to house train.  They give back their existence in your house in other ways that most dogs don’t have the ability to do.  And Jeezus, they aren’t half clever.

Anyway, enough of him.  I shall be eighty one next week.  Very boring and not nearly as interesting as eighty.  Eighty seemed like a land mark to me while eighty one is just the next step to ninety and then to One Hundred.  Blogging helps.


3 Responses to “Blogging.”

  1. Elizabeth Says:

    Don’t stop blogging. Some of the best posts I have ever read are the ones written by people with nothing to say! Its an art form.

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    Thank you for that, Liz. I do try. But if I could only Blog about things that matter to other people then I wouldn’t Blog at all.

    This is all about ME. It’s all I know. Well, and The Rotten Little Swine of course. Dear of him. I love him to bits. Which leads me to suspect that I have finally lost my marbles. He really is quite dreadful.

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