The Cat and I huddle in fear and trepidation while Tony the plumber stomps along in the loft, runs up and down staircases and gallops in and out of the house. All to fix the water tank.
The only safe place for the Cat is behind the door of my little office space. At first she stares up at me with big black eyes. Then she falls asleep.
It's my turn to find my own safe place. Or places.
And I find them here:
Ann's poem inspired by the everyday.
Kate's flash fiction story.
Catdownunder's father's wisdom.
fairyhedgehog's amazing Rufus and hammock!
EllenB's reflective piece.
KarenG's evil laugh. Much nicer than the plumber's stomp.
Joel Strickly's oh so true silliness.
SF's (and now mine!) wishlist.
Spinster of the Parish's knowing observation. No it's not a rant!
Welshcake's dog that she doesn't have!
My horror at discovering Lexi's real surname (you're forever Revellian to me!).
Constantly clicking Guy Saville's site so he'd get lots of hits and finally gets published! Come on Curtis Brown do yer job! :-)
And because I do love planting something and watching it grow to goodness knows what, I await with anticipation the progress in Kate's garden.
And because I do love baking I hope to see more yummy fudge and buttery goodies at Plain Jane (anything but!)'s and more yummy pastry experiments at Lacer's.
And the many, many, many, more blogs I continue to visit and the many, many more I hope to discover soon.
The Cat's and my equilibrium are now fully restored.
Oh and the overflow pipe no longer leaks. Thank you, Tony.
p.s. I did offer Tony a cup of tea but he didn't like the soya milk that went with it.
pps. And this was Tony's parting adieu: "I've never seen anyone with so many shoes."