We’re just back from a few days at my dad’s in North Wales, he’s just got himself a new kitten, as much as he professes not to really like cats, he’s secretly a cat person, he’s even named the kitten after the last cat he professed not to like very much, so either he is actually rather sentimental or not very imaginative. My dad though, when he can, always chooses kittens that are trouble, the story goes that when he went to get his first cat, there was a basket full of cute kittens to choose from and he chose the one that was stuck up a tree and pretty much stuck to that pattern for the rest of it’s life, I remember it escaping from an indestructible cat box like something out of a horror movie and I’m pretty sure it used to chase dogs. The second cat was a rescue cat, already adult and there wasn’t much choice, so that one was pretty docile, if a little daft. This new kitten though, born in a coal shed to a semi feral mother, it’s got character. It’s actually a very friendly kitten, Boy Lacer and Girl Lacer adored it and it’s favourite place is to sit on your lap and fart on you, but come between half eight and half ten at night, nobody is safe, because it’s going to hunt you, anything, no matter what it’s size or what it’s doing, is fair game, so most evenings were spent being chased around by a kitten who was very keen to get it’s claws and / or teeth into you, thank goodness the kids were in bed!
Anyway, here’s some gratuitous kitten photos because that’s something this blog has always missed, cat photos.
We didn’t do much, we’ve been going to North Wales twice a year for quite a while go and have pretty much exhausted the available tourist attractions, well at least the ones attractive to two small children prone to travel sickness. However we did go to see Thomas the Tank Engine, again (this was the third time), however this time it was even better organised, so it was quite a fun day out.
The day after the weather was gorgeous and we went and had a lovely pub lunch by the river.
We came home today via Mr. Lacer’s brother’s, a house which is the complete opposite of mine, i.e. clean, tidy, colour coordinated, even has nick nacks, I like my colourful, ‘cozy’ flat though! Boy Lacer was being at his most autistic and was quite tense and upset, saying he was “scared”.
Anyway home now and it’s raining again, the TV remote appears to have gone on a holiday of it’s own as we can’t find it (and no we can’t just get off the sofa and press the button, as we have a DVR , with very few buttons on the front) and somehow the message that Girl Lacer couldn’t attend a party whilst we were away seems to have gone astray, teaches me to organise Girl Lacer’s social life by text and e-mail but every other school gate mother does the same thing and it would be difficult to do it any other way really. I’ve just sent an apologetic e-mail saying oh I must have mistyped the number on the text message, hmmm I am so english, it’s just as likely I used the right number and my friend forgot the text I sent, oh well, just call me Girl Lacer’s personal social secretary.
At least we’re back in the land of the internet though, although this time the trip wasn’t quite so internet-less thanks to my iPhone, although there was a panic this morning whilst I was still at my dad’s, on charging my iPhone I picked it up and the screen had turned white, my iPhone being my only internet I had nowhere to search to find out how to fix it. So I’ve been without my iPhone all day (and I get teased by my family about how attached I am to the thing) and I missed not being able to track the bad traffic up ahead as we were travelling. So of course as soon as we got home and our wifi was booted up, I checked on my laptop and found a solution to the problem within minutes and it turned out to be something really simple that I could have done at my dad’s if only I’d had an internet connection to find the solution, tch tch these internet refuseniks.