Blame the good weather , im still pottering outside so much ive had little time to blog , then there is still finding places in the Tardis for yet more stuff belonging to middle son . Its the school holidays next week and daughter goes on holiday tonight , what a coincidence . So full time munchkin duties .
Then I took a tumble the other day , sadly with Mr Bah Humbug witnessing not one of my more dramatic ones just a black knees and toes one yet again , but hes ranting on that i need to be fixed , which is a bit of a joke . you cant fix this one, ive been like it since i was a kid, sometimes i turn round and my feet decide not to, then its bang and im on the floor, theres a posh name for it these days , an axia of some sort where your brain doesnt send the signals fast enough , back in the day they just called you bloody clumsy .
On the cat front theyve sort of settled into a armed truce , much hissing and squealing but no fur or blood anywhere . The scenting has settled down , and the house smells have gone , though ive never used so much cat litter ever , Misty cat likes to roll in the others cat litters and we have litter trays at different corners of the house . Mr BH keeps saying he can smell wee but its the actual cat she seems to really like him after living with grandad and middle son , ive got him convinced hes having yet more of his sensory hallucinations. Quite like the daft animal , shes obviously had a hard life and has been run over at some stage , her back end is a bit wobbly and stiff , she drools like a demon and she had the infamous 6+ designation from the Cats Protection when grandad got her last year , i suspect shes a real old timer and has decided this place isnt bad but shes determined to rule the roost .