Further financial faux pas and even more disasterous decisions

mooomin

Welcome home Moo and well done on catching the right type of crabs :rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

Hope that Moggums is ok. Sending many happy thoughts in her direction.

moo2moo

Yawn. Morning all. Had one of those dreams that sends you flying downstairs in the middle of the night to check that cat hasn't drowned in its waterbowl having got wedged there on its plastic collar. Of course only an idiot would get out of bed having convinced themself it was a possibility. Tis akin to prodding a sleeping baby in the misguided belief that something is wrong because its slept for three continuous hours of which you've been awake for the past two waiting for it to yowl so that you can go back to sleep.

Still it did give me the opportunity to check on the newest member of the household, a 3 and a half month old stray kitten which arrived yesterday amid the chaos. Shes currently living in a cat basket on the dining table as it was the only spare bit of space we could find at zero notice. Wet camping stuff is liberally strewn everywhere and we've overflowed into the field next door in the hopes of drying out the tent. Eventually. Need to obtain a large box asap in which to quarantine her and her very feisty claws until she calms down a tad and works out where her food is coming from. I fear I'm rapidly turning into a mad cat woman. Makes a change from your common or garden variety loony I suppose.

Did I mention that upon arrival the camping gestapo issued each and every one of us with a bracelet style ID tag and a dayglo car pass which were inspected at random. Doubt your every day electronically tagged criminal puts up with as many searches. Wanna buy a pint of milk in the on site shop, the only place for three miles at 8am in your PJS - bracelet please. I mean really who on earth schleeps for 3 miles in the pouring rain in their PJs to buy milk other than someone with no other choice?

moo2moo

I could go on and on and on about all the fun things that occurred in the space of a few very short days but the icing on the cake has to go to the contents of a letter from my auntie. The one obsessed with the entire family dying of cancer. Any form of cancer. Letter reads bla bla bla have a cheque for £500 bla bla bla. ps. Your cousins having a baby in March and her ovaries removed in April. Shes a genetic mutant. Ciao.

Theres nowt as strange as folk.

ps. Can't help but wonder what happens when baby is late or cousin realises that shes hormonally challenged and pressured into this. No normal woman says gimmie a c-section and whilst you're at it liposuction and a tummy tuck - although its a v. tempting thought.

Helen105

Glad to hear holiday was good despite Gestapo,toilets,noisy neighbours & rain.
We once went on a camping holiday where we invented a new theme park, Dryworld, which involved getting in our sleeping bags and settling down for a few hours with new books and suitable snacks until the rain stopped. Needless to say this was a holiday without ex husband as this would have driven him insane with boredom.

moo2moo

Back to the land of the living with a big thump. Bathroom floor still liberally strewn with wet clothing despite averaging four loads a day since returning. Spending most of yesterday sailing, kayaking and generally getting wet at the North Wales Boat Show didn't help but was tons and tons and tons of fun.

Have been granted a reprieve by the god of small things and am not accompanying OH to his mums. Am staying home on animal duty instead. Think hes in for a shock as he's never been home alone with two children before let alone away with them overnight so five days of them all to himself will be very very interesting. I now have less than a week to sort things out and repack so that granny doesn't think we live in squalid conditions with worn out manky clothing. May mean buying DD2 new trousers as all her seem to be grass stained. Alternatively I could just send her in shorts although that would expose the myriad of bruises aquired from climbing and falling out of trees. Think the only immaculate stuff in her wardrobe is handmedown skirts and dresses but would need to perform some serious bribery in order to get her into those.

First things first though. Today is my first day back at work for over a week. Yesterdays quick "eek I've forgotten to clean holiday club" visit revealed that the local graffiti artists (v. well behaved as its all in chalk on a black board) are using the miniscule playhouse as a drugs den. Fortunately only the rizzla butts of youth. Means I have an excuse to visit the local PCSOs this morning to drool at men in uniform. Tis my duty to report this under the terms of Operation Gingerbread. Who on earth comes up with these names?

Unfortunately this particular day at work finds me painting mini toilets used by three and four year old boys. Will be wearing overalls but am feeling itchy before I even think about lying on the floor to paint behind the U-bend.

Have to get my head around finances asap as have been a bit too spendy recently in full blown what the heck its holiday mode. Blew £116 at Mr Ts on Saturday, £50 at the boat show, £400 on holiday and am due to have the septic tank emptied tomorrow as well as pay £50 for pony fun day. Blimey and its barely monday.

moo2moo

All was going swimmingly well until I returned home to collect the cat for her vet check up. The *insert obscence language here* cat had managed to houdidni out of its collar again and caused its eye to bleed. Fortunately blood was still very wet so it hadn't been done long. Bunged it back on and headed off to the vets where it appears shes ripped the inner eyelid protecting the eyeball although the eyeball itself is looking ok.

This I determined from the disembodied voices echoing from above whilst in position horizontally beneath the vets exam table. Theres only so much squidging and proding of a gorey gelatinous mess that I can take and that was considerably beyond my threshold. Going back on Wednesday to have her reassessed once the swellings gone down to see if the new damage shes done will heal unaided or if further surgery will be required. Have to starve her overnight tonight just in case which sounds to me suspiciously like the vet thinks they'll be reopperating tomorrow.

Bah boo pants. Still the painkilling jab seems to have done the trick and cat is now yowling for attention and food. Meanwhile to guarantee that the new giant collar doesn't come off cat is trussed up in full blown cat bondage gear. Just wish I'd thought to do that the first time she got out of the thing.

moo2moo

Still yesterday was a v. productive day despite me spending very little time at all at work. Got the first coat on the toilet, hopefully I can get a second coat on today and then get it finished off tomorrow. Even found keys to the door so that I can look myself away from the days renters.

Tent finally appears to have dried out sufficently to be put away so will get that done this afternoon assuming the rain holds off for long enough. Can also bung all the camping gear back in the trailer with it instantly clearing up the house.

OH has been super helpful. By the time I got home yesterday most of the ironing had been done, just the shirts to go and he'd mowed the lawn and strimmed the giant mutant weeds into submission. Think I'm on my penultimate load of holiday laundry so will soon be able to find enough bathroom to clean too. Mananged to vac downstairs so the place looks vaguely better. Hopefully a bit of a blitz will see it looking more like I'd like it to look and less like the home of a bunch of people who arrived home from holiday, unloaded the car and shut the door.

And then theres the saga of the kitten. The stray kitten who is on its third home since being abandoned. OH got a phone call yesterday from the people who initially found it but didn't want it and so dumped it on someone else on the basis that they have a farm and therefore act as a home for all unwanted animals. Kitten in question fought with one of their cats so was caged pending a solution being found which is why it ended up here. Anyway that apparently isn't good enough for the people who initially found her as its not convenient for them to visit her here and so they want to find her a different home closer to them. At this point I would have sworn and put the phone down laughing at the deranged lunatic on the other end but to be fair to OH he did keep talking to them. They now want to come and inspect us to make sure we're suitable people to home a cat. Again I wouldn't have been overly polite and would have suggested they send an RSPCA inspector round immediately but OH apparently agreed at which point woman in question (whom I wouldn't recognise with a bell round her neck walking down the street shouting unclean unclean) says she needs to speak to me to arange this. OH points out that I'm working and hes home. Yes so she'll speak to me at Pony Fun Day. Ummm but SHE'S WORKING and he'll be doing chaufeur duty. Yes so she'll follow me home. Umm but she won't be there says OH. Thats sorted then says woman. Fruitcake alert. Either shes a disgruntled divorcee with a major distrust of men (sorry sane divorced laydees of the internet) or shes lesbian or just plain stupid and far too used to getting her own way. My money is on the third option.

beanielou

:eek: to the cat & to the kitten story.

honeybear_2

So, let me see if I've got this straight; they found a cat & couldn't home it, didn't like where it went to no.1 & don't seem to like where it went to no.2 yet are going to inspect you anyway, without any permission or authority?

Not even my grasp of the English vocabulary can express how I feel on this & bypass the filter at the same time!

mooomin

honeybear wrote: »

Not even my grasp of the English vocabulary can express how I feel on this & bypass the filter at the same time!

!!!!!!y?