Sunday

Up before eight, opened the door so the Mippies could go out and play. Twenty minutes peace and quiet – before Lady Jane started her cuddle-run. She comes running back, meeps at me to get on my shoulder for cuddles. And more and more and again and again.

I have a leisurely morning with no pressing duties. Load the machine, clean out the litter box. And then I give the garden a try – since it’s quite a lovely day, though cold enough to qualify for autumn. I took the clippers and gloves, and gave that section next to the cactus a try. Even though I’m quite a distance from the cactus, I keep picking up thorns. And not making much headway just to tip my mood. So I go back upstairs. Now I’m not sure what I’d like to do today. I should vacuum, but I am NOT in the mood!

I’ve done my accounting, paid the rent, done everything that needs doing today, well I still need to hang up the washing, but that’s a minor job.

Sjoe, I just had a bird flap into the door – spot the cats and flap right back out – both Mippies in tow! Soon after that, Rose calls. She’s off to sit in the garden with her knitting and wondering where I’ll be – I call back that I’ll be by the beds. There isn’t really much to be done, I cleared out all weeds last weekend, so all I can do is pick a couple of wilted leaves here and there. The Nasturtiums are covered in yet another, new type of parasite. I give up! Everything dies in here, even the plants I’ve brought from Pretoria have died. Only two of those are still clinging to life. I have never heard of any single property being so plagued by such a vast variety of parasites! Especially with Rose’s garden unaffected, and the neighbour on the other side also not affected. The current drought is not helping either, I’m sure. I can not even imagine what could be the reason or cause. Sure, I’ve dug up rubbish of all types and materials – but it is almost as if the ground is toxic, where only the hardiest weeds have a chance. Well, I give up. I’ll maintain what is alive, but I’m not putting any soil, fertilizer or compost into that garden anymore. I’m done!

Back upstairs, I’ve re-filled the litter box – under Lady Jane’s supervision. She climbed straight in to dig and test the quality of the sand! I’ve finally hung up the laundry – the bath mat still wiffs of cat widdle! I’ll need to soak that for a while and wash it again! And my roasts are in the frying pan, roasting away happily.

Yum, that turned out absolutely divine! Lamb roast – which I don’t treat myself to very often! Now I should make a plan to put the beef roast away to be heated up for tomorrow’s dinner. I’ve packed my lunch, and now I’m just waiting for Ziva to come sauntering in. Tomorrow I have to go to work again. Sigh.