They always come back.
I've taken the day off work today because I have a poorly tummy, so I thought I would have a little flurry on LJ. It's been a while. Again. I suppose I no longer have the need for somewhere to share all my secrets. I don't really have any secrets, nor any exciting or fascinating tales. I am, quite simply, me.
My kitten Radley is sitting on my lap purring at the moment, I love that feeling of the soft vibrations when he purrs. It's really soothing. He's 7 months old and the cutest cat in town, if I do say so myself. I never thought I could feel so close to a pet, but Radley has become my little buddy. I speak to him in a baby voice half the time. Perhaps I'm turning into one of those crazy cat ladies. Oh well. It's funny, he goes to Andrew when he wants someone to roll around and play with, and he comes to me when he wants to be stroked or to sleep. He's got us well sussed. Oh, he's gone to sit on the windowsill and look out at the big, bad world now.
Yesterday was the first day in about a month that I didn't drink any alcohol... I'm wondering if that's why I've got a dodgy tummy. My body is probably wondering where its wine is, har. I'm going to try lasting a month without a sip of booze, I think my poor liver needs it. Christmas at home in Ireland and then having my mum (wine lover that she is) staying over here with us has not done it any favours. So, for the moment, it's water for me.
I need to go shopping this afternoon to buy some fruit and vegetables, I haven't been very good on the fruity front for the past few months. I've been really tired lately, so I'm hoping that eating a bit healthier and doing some exercise will give me a little energy boost. Getting out of bed to go to work in the mornings is such a mission, I hit the snooze button on my alarm about 10 times, hehe. I'm generally fine once I've had a shower and a coffee, but the getting out of bed part is a big ol' struggle.
And now, housework beckons!
My kitten Radley is sitting on my lap purring at the moment, I love that feeling of the soft vibrations when he purrs. It's really soothing. He's 7 months old and the cutest cat in town, if I do say so myself. I never thought I could feel so close to a pet, but Radley has become my little buddy. I speak to him in a baby voice half the time. Perhaps I'm turning into one of those crazy cat ladies. Oh well. It's funny, he goes to Andrew when he wants someone to roll around and play with, and he comes to me when he wants to be stroked or to sleep. He's got us well sussed. Oh, he's gone to sit on the windowsill and look out at the big, bad world now.
Yesterday was the first day in about a month that I didn't drink any alcohol... I'm wondering if that's why I've got a dodgy tummy. My body is probably wondering where its wine is, har. I'm going to try lasting a month without a sip of booze, I think my poor liver needs it. Christmas at home in Ireland and then having my mum (wine lover that she is) staying over here with us has not done it any favours. So, for the moment, it's water for me.
I need to go shopping this afternoon to buy some fruit and vegetables, I haven't been very good on the fruity front for the past few months. I've been really tired lately, so I'm hoping that eating a bit healthier and doing some exercise will give me a little energy boost. Getting out of bed to go to work in the mornings is such a mission, I hit the snooze button on my alarm about 10 times, hehe. I'm generally fine once I've had a shower and a coffee, but the getting out of bed part is a big ol' struggle.
And now, housework beckons!