Went to see my lovely Lady who lives alone, save a heavenly, pale and affectionate cat. It was raining hard for first time. Previous visits have always been conducted with sun streaming through the windows which make her confinement to indoors all the more poignant. Her beautiful cat, habitually sunbathing between the net curtain and window pane was instead incredibly tactile with her. Charming to see. She was immobile in her chair – unable to move even her neck now – but how he sat on her lap and purred and how she smiled she stroked. Who says pet therapy does not work?
We talked of everything from teaching, to John Humphries final broadcast, through Saki and Charlotte Bronte and the reading of the Banns of marriage in Church. That led inevitably to bigamy and incest and on to Kim Cattrall’s appearance Who do you think you are?
She is a delight. When I began our visits thought I would be doing her a favour. Now I see it is the other way round.
Meanwhile river life continues apace. OFT has lost a huge amount of weight. Jeans looking too big by half. Pot belly receding. Soon he will have a six pack. Unexplained weight loss – often a sinister sign? Meanwhile he must wait another week to see his GP of choice. I feel a barage of tests coming on.
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sheep is stuck on the waterside just below the kitchen. Poor thing. Also on way back from work last night caught a hare in my headlights. How rare!
The River Files 