So, it's all gone a bit pickledy in Stroud Road as poor Silviya, who looks after Mum and keeps our house running seamlessly, rang us last Saturday to say that her granny (who brought her up as a child as she is therefore very close to) had sadly died, and that she had, quite rightly, gone back to Bulgaria to sort things out. Not great news for Silviya, she's had a tough old life…
Thence cue the inevitable flapping at our end as we suddenly clocked that Cathy was bringing Mum back from Holland – and there would be no-one here to look after her as Hawksey & I are heading to Alderney for our wedding anniversary this weekend, then I am straight off to Miami after that. Also then spotting that if Mum has no care, then Scrumpy also has no-one to look after her. Let alone Mojo (who has taken to miaowing piteously outside the house and getting herself stuck in a tree so the entire neighbourhood then gets involved to ger her down – all of which we discovered when some random neighbour called us when we were at the cottage – making us feel like the worst cat-parents ever, even though Banners had been round to feed said moggy only half an hour previous to all the action! But that's another story..Badass furball.)
Aaaarrggh!
Anyway – we managed to hatch a plan. So Cathy is now taking Mum BACK with her to Holland on Sunday until Silviya is back in the UK. Scrumpy is going back to her breeder (who did say that a condition of us buying her was that we wouldn't get her spayed – whoops, let's hope she – the dog that is – doesn't roll on her tummy for a tickle, which she does every 10 seconds..Maybe we can say the scar was appendicitis?). Mojo can fend for herself with the spinner of magic food for 2 days and hopefully the house won't fall apart. Sorted!
In the meantime though, Mum was back. Though she didn't get the greatest first night's sleep back in her own bed as she got up to go to the loo in the middle of the night and somehow missed parking her derriere back on her bed on her return from the bathroom. I found her at 8am sitting on her bedroom floor with her glass of water, beloved Astral hand cream etc all by her side as she'd lifted them off the little side table to the floor – for company? – but had apparently been sat there for hours in the dark.
When asked the obvious question 'But Mum, why didn't you call us, there are three of us in the house – Cathy just next door and Hawksey & I upstairs with our bedroom door open?' she just said she didn't want to cause a fuss! Now that's the wartime mentality bit. Better to sit on the floor quietly for ages than ask for a few minutes of help. Oh Mum….
Fortunately she was in bed this morning when I popped my head round the door so we seem to be back to normal – whatever 'normal' is!
S x