I feel like I have been a resident in Crooks-Ville for a good long while now. I have been spending my days in sinus infection hell, eyes closed against the bright sun from the, I am sure, glorious Spring days that have been gracing the British Isles recently.
I can tell from the birdsong outside my window that warmer weather is soon on it's way. Yip!!
But until I am well again and can bear to open my eyes for more than 10 mins without a eye weeping attack (Oh. The glamour. It never stops) I shall mostly be spending time with Sleeping Cats.
No soft, squidgy place is safe from The Woo and The Moof.
A disguarded robe of towelling proportions shall do quite nicely for a snooze. Of the spherical variety, natch. How do they do that?
Mr Memphis much rather prefers my pillow, which despite covering, I still have to de-fuzz on a nightly basis. It is either this routine or I run the risk of looking like Teen Wolf on account of said fuzz sticking to my night cream.
There's that glamour again.
See. It doesn't ever stop!
To get any photos of the pushkas in a resting state is a mission in itself. It involved holding my breath, creeping into the room in socks and making use of the zoom. Hurrah for the zoom!
And hurrah for my purrrrrrty-tats. They have kept me company and sane over the last few days.
Back to the land of the living tomorrow, for the fug is finally lifting.
A thrice hurrah for modern medicine in tablet form!