Home Alone

That's a full week, well 6 days actually, that I've been at home,alone, in sole charge of house, cat, and TV zapper!

This is a regular feature of our year, when Marjorie visits her sister and her family in the Midlands. When the children were young, ( wasn't that just yesterday?) M,'s visit was ostensibly to give the hard pressed parents, both in full time employment, a bit of a break. These days with both children well able to fend for themselves, I think that Great Aunt Marjorie enjoys her time to herself, just as much as I enjoy the experience of just being by myself. I think it has something to do with the fact that we know that the separation will end and we'll pick up our joint lives again quite soon.

The week has just flown by. Three golf matches, a planned visit to the car dealers to get t'buggy MOT'd** ( passed with flying colours!), a re-start to this blog, and generally keeping myself to a normal routine. Although I can cook a simple meal ( meat,& veg,) I soon get tired of the same old, same old, and last evening decided to ring the changes and visit a local restaurant which specialises in 'Mediterranean' cuisine.

It was 'party night' last night, and a noisy 'hen party' was in full swing. Apart from the noise, the rest of the diners were well entertained by some of the antics of the assembled guests. The fashion these days seems to centre on all the female guests of the bride to be, dressing up in some outlandish 'Themed' fancy dress. Last night was 'Cowboy' (or cowgirl) theme, and the sight of several very well endowed young ladies in brief skirts, high heeled boots and 'weskits' which revealed more than they covered, was a fascinating glimpse of "how the other half live!".

I had just done justice to the starters,( calamares, whitebait, and 'pulpo' (octopus), served 'Tapas' style), when the room was literally taken over by a tall young man dressed in a fire fighters' outfit and wielding a large fire hose nozzle. This was of course the male stripper whose manly physique did not a lot for me but sent the already high decibel level from the 'ladies' up to stratospheric altitudes. There are times when it's handy being deaf, and last night was one of them, for with a touch on the "off" button on my hearing aids, all the noise went quiet and I was left to 'enjoy' the rest of the proceedings in utter peace!

Back home to be greeted by 'Monty' our new cat, provided by the Cats Protection people to replace our beloved 'Oscar' after his tragic death last March.

Monty is a dark tabby with green eyes which regard us at times with barely concealed disdain.
He's a silent animal, lithe and very active, with lightning reactions to all stimuli, both real and imagined.

"**MOT'd" for my readers outside the UK ( at last count there was only you Charlie!) ::) refers to the annual roadworthyness test compulsory for all UK cars over 3 years old.