It's Saturday ... and if we know, you can bet that Pearl does as well. I think she's becoming used to not coming out every Saturday now ... although I almost took pity on her this morning and suggested that we go to Sisters rather than to Daniel Stuart ... I just wasn't sure how much breakfast she'd had and whether it would be too distressing for her in the car ... she does suffer from motion sickness. If she didn't, she might have been able to go with M, who had taken her from a run before she left for her Saturday early morning session of Deep Water Running.
Tinka wasn't her usual laid-back self today. She was down the back trying to get into a couple of cupboards before she finally gave up, asked for (and received) some cookies before going off to do whatever Tinka's do on a Saturday morning. Maggie was doing her favourite thing ... she was still asleep in the bed.
It seemed like hours later, S and I were off to Daniel Stuart's, leaving Pearl in charge of ... everything ... except the cats - which is how I usually phrase it to her, so Tinka and Maggie don't get upset.
It was just the three of us this morning ... who knew that Mouse doesn't usually like coming out to breakfast and that she prefers to have her cereal at home? Of course, that's just part of her morning routine, especially now that she's looking after Prince (of Persia). And, because they're off in other, maybe even warmer, climes Sy and An didn't join us either. It was a shame because it was, as always, a great breakfast.
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It might have been even better if we hadn't lost one of M's jumpers. I hadn't realised it was there ... and it was only when M texted us later to find out if it was still on the back of the car (not so silly given a camera battery had ridden around on there for the better part of a day before being discovered). No ... it wasn't there ... and the nearest we could figure was that it was somewhere between the Southport RSL Club and Ferry Road Markets - we hadn't seen it on the back of the car when we stopped there on the way home. D'oh!
Mark the Plummer did come today, this morning, earlier than he'd thought, so by the time we arrived back, he'd fixed the outlet pipe and was long gone.
S had another bad night last night so she decided to have a very quiet afternoon in - take some painkillers and try to knock herself out. The latter part wasn't that successful but she did manage to find a position that wasn't too bad. While she was doing that, I took myself in to Broadbeach to do some numbers research. It is coming along ... but it could be a bit faster! Ah well, as S said, if it was that easy ... everyone would be doing it. M interjected at that point something about they'd be wealthy as well!
Kate Cebrana was performing at the Jazz Festival at Broadbeach tonight, but the later it gets, the more I'm sure that she'll be doing it without us in the audience; and the same can be said for the dance that's being held in Nerang. I know I'm not going, nor is S, and it's turned cold enough that no-one would blame M for wanting to stay in rather than go out into the cold ... and the rain - which started a few minutes after she finished hanging her washing on the line.
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