Routine

Life's been pretty samey of late.

After our nights in confinement, we're taken down to our day room, given our breakfast and have a brief run around before bedding down for the day.

Helena has also moved into our room, so when she is there, I nap on her lap. When she's not there, and now that the days are warmer and I don't need to snuggle up with the others, I'll sleep on her chair. It's a new one; soft and furry.I sometimes take bits of it back to our nest; the yellow, spongy part.

I can see another £74.75 invoice on its way....

(See October 11th 2009)

Good grief!

Helena was startled when I awoke.  She'd completely forgotten that I had begun the evening on her shoulder and stayed there as she went about her activities.

Bed frame with a view

Took a climb up the bed frame.  Stopped halfway to take in the view then made my way to the summit.  I stayed there for the best part of the evening, in silent meditation, before heading home for supper.

You can't beat...

an old panettone box to kip in.

Squeaky clean?

This evening, only my sister and I volunteered to have a shower. Our adopted sister was a bit slow off the mark - as per usual.

To be fair, we hadn't known what we were offering ourselves up for; when Helena called us, we just ran to her.

Getting wet was fun, we were not so keen on the noisy, warm wind that followed. We prefer drying off with a towel.

I can't be held responsible....

Helena forgot about having placed me on her bed. 

I therefore had a chance (about 5 hrs) to make some bedding out of her bedding (it shredded beautifully) and to sleep.