Wednesday

Happy birthday S - and it could be a better one if she wasn't still sick! But the furries were all pleased to have her home for the day and Pearl, true to her cattle dog nature, used S's presence and, with it, entry to the room, to eat Emma's cookies - not once but twice.
M made a very healthy, very tasty broccoli and potato soup for dinner and it was very nice - especially as M stayed to have "birthday dinner" with S and I. Maggie, who loves green things very much, even had some of the soup - finishing most of it but leaving a little taste for Pearl - who scoffed that down as well.
While M went out, S and I settled in with all of the furries to watch MasterChef (Nigella Lawson was the special guest judge) and then Glee. Who would ever have thought that S would front up two weeks in a row for a program she has previously been so scathing about. I feel like T must have when Glee first started and I was so reluctant to try this high school musical romcommusodra (it's very hard to label) or should that be rom-com-muso-dra? Rom-com-dra-muso? It was the second-last episode of the Season tonight so if she wants more we may have to go back to the very beginning - on second thoughts, there's a very good chance that won't happen.
It must be getting colder and while we humans may be fooled by the temperature, the furries aren't. Tink must have known something when she put herself in on top of the Austar box this evening rather than being outside or on Pearl's daytime bed in the living room ... or maybe Tink doesn't like Glee as much as the rest of us.
Maggie came at first call this evening (we let her out after she had soup with us) and as Beazley was already in, we were able to go into early lockdown. S at least had an excuse for wanting to be in bed before 9:30 - or it would have been if MasterChef had not run over and then Glee - so it was actually closer to a quarter to ten. There were no socks in the bed but that was only because I had my iceberg feet on S and because she was fairly warm, she didn't mind. Em was snuggling in as well - and finally, the door which leads to the outside from the bedroom is being closed at night (next step will be to check the windows because S usually keeps them open to ensure we are getting at least a little frsh air - absolutely essential since we have Em and her litter tray in with us).
It's still getting darker in the mornings, I couldn't believe how dark it was this morning when I left to drive to work. Why is it that the darker it is, the harder it is to leave Latimers?