  well back in work having had 3 days off. boo hoo!  its funny,  on Saturday afternoon I remember thinking " oooh I still have 2 full days off. excellent"  next thing I knew it was Monday evening and I was doing that thing where you know you have to be up for work in the morning so you're anxious and cant relax,
 especially since the parents are away and I have to make sure that the house and pets are OK before I leave in the mornings. so didnt sleep too good last night. also,  the bloody cat didnt come in until 12 and when he did,  he had one eye closed ( he had an op on his eye before xmas)  I in true family style,  freaked out and tried to get a look but in doing so kneeled on the kitchen floor lino but forgot Id put my body oil on so i slid halfway down the kitchen,  frightened the shite out of the cat and knocked the water bowl over. had to laugh though while I was lying on my back to look up an have a one eyed cat staring into your face and giving you an inquisitive meoow is rather funny.
he seems better this morning,  the redness had gone down and he was opening it and he was well enough to claw the hand off me for trying to look in his eye.  I asked my neighbour to keep an eye on him and gave her some food coz he will more than likely head for her house once he realises theres no- one in our house. ive never had to take insurance out on a pet before but with this cat its really the only option!
 Kind of peed off at the moment. was supposed to be going to a BBQ in a mates house on Saturday ( cheap option for me thanks to " margo"  and was actually looking forward to it. my mate had rung me to say she was driving coz she'd had a heavy night the night before and was taking it easy and as my parents were away that suited me perfectly. was sitting on the couch,  bottle of wine in hand ready to rock n roll and i got a text to say her bloke ( who was travelling up from the country)  had crashed his van and she was on her way down to him.
coz id had a couple of glasses of wine with dinner ( which ironically I never have but i thought what the hell,  im not driving)  so i couldnt drive to my mates and leave the car there,  and i couldnt get a taxi coz it was 8 on a Saturday night. I had more chance of becoming Pope!  Now I'm not being bad and thank god he wasnt seriously hurt but the fact that it happened at the very moment she was due to pick me up ( well actually she had text me to say she was running late and could we make it half 8 instead of 8)  is abit of a coinky- dink. maybe I'm too cynical and to be fair I dont go out with them that often so I dont know if these accidents are regular,  although the last time we all went out they had a massive row just before we were due to leave (
and it was over something really stupid)  they sorted it out and he met us in there.  I guess I was just really lookign forward to a night out,  and I felt like I let my mate who was having the BBQ down.  she didnt seem too impressed when i told her that I couldnt get down,  but it was hardly my fault.  I didnt tell my mate that I couldnt go if she didnt because i didnt want to lay a guilt trip on her,  she sounded pretty freaked on the phone and I suppose her Saturday night was spent driving down the country.  so a pooey night all round I stayed in with my 7euro peach schnapps ( thank you VERY much Spanish Duty Free)  and got slightly tipsy then fell up the stairs at about 3 in the morning. am officially Bridget Jones!
