I had a lovely meet up with my bestie yesterday. She is the only person I ever get to have an intelligent, emotionally astute conversation with and it’s so replenishing to my soul. You know you have the right person in your life when you don’t have to play a role with them – you can just be you.
I was quite tired though. At 3am the night before, something had woken me. I realized it was a yelp from Bertie. He sometimes barks in his sleep, so I put the lamp on low and looked over at his bed expecting him to be sound as a pound and dreaming, but he was sat upright with his left front paw up in the air 🙁. So I go over and inspect said paw, which doesn’t seem swollen or anything, but he won’t bare any weight on it. I was shattered and there was nothing I could do until morning anyway, so I pick him up and put him in my bed, stroking and cuddling him until he finally lay down and went to sleep. I, OTOH, didn’t drop back off until after 4.30am. At 5.50am, Bert was awake as usual. He gets up, right as rain, and poddles off downstairs for his breakfast. No sign of a limp, pain, nor anything else. Which is brilliant, obviously, but I still have no fucking clue what the 3am palaver was all about!
Schools went back on Weds for the first time since the start of March, so while they still had nothing much to do I nabbed my friend’s two daughters for a quick photo shoot. It’s taken a lot of work, but I’m happy with one of the resulting images I’m calling ‘Life Behind Bars’. I think it’s barbaric that anyone would ever keep a bird in a cage (I feel the same way about crating dogs unless there is some kind of medical need), but then the way we treat animals in general (horse riding, meat production, hunting) hurts my soul and is the main reason I haven’t eaten meat for over a quarter of a century. To quote Maya Angelou “when you know better, you do better”.
Time for breakfast, then I’m off to do jobs for my parents. I usually go on a Monday, but tomorrow I’m having to stay in to wait for delivery of a new tumble dryer. The old one still works, but being as though I got it second hand in 1989 I’m not sure for how much longer, so thought I’d get a new one while the going is good. I can guarantee, however, that the new one won’t last 30 years – these days you’re lucky if something lasts 5. They don’t make stuff like they used to, a deliberate ploy no doubt to keep you buying unnecessary shit!