We're past the darkest day so things should get easier now. However, there are still a few things to overcome. Spook always says it takes about 2 weeks per every 10 days he is away, to find his place back in our home. Someone else would have to calculate how many 10 days there are in 11 weeks and x by 14 to calculate when peace and harmony will befall our lives. This morning he threw out 3 tin cans I had rinsed and put aside for recycling. Not good. Then I had a bit of an emergency at work where it was my perception that I needed a suitcase in a hurry. I knew there was one in my living room with a bike in it and I thought it would be a good opportunity to get rid of it. I shot home and found the bike still in it, but the case in the shed and tipped the very expensive bike (which was in about 500 pieces) out on to the shed floor. It turned out that the suitcase wasn't required after all and a very annoyed Spook was heard to mutter "suitcase??? Headcase, more like!" in my general direction. Living together is not easy.
I encountered a new kind of rage today - 'non-slippy bit of pavement' rage. I was reversing onto the only non-slippy bit of pavement right at the entrance of a cafe so that my companion, who was very nervous of ice, could get in for a cup of tea, when a well known parish priest drove straight past my reversing vehicle and shot onto the exact spot I was about to get into. He dived out the car without a 2nd glance and into the cafe. I'm sure he wasn't taking advantage of his dog collar, but it did save him from a bit of a lecture.
Spook and I have 2 days left to get the christmas shopping done. Should be fine.
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