Long time no blog; the KC has been poorly sick. She managed to get cystitis! (had no idea it was a feline thing) so have been taking wee samples (as in wee-wee not small...!!) and administering antibiotics; KC not daft tho’, she would only accept the necessary medications if each little bit was wrapped in a fresh prawn... sorry hubby, no fish pie one key ingredient in the cat...! Excellent news is she now appears to be fully recovered. Not so great news is I now need to get another “sample” and am struggling!
Anyway, winter is fast approaching – certainly from a temperature perspective; when it’s just above zero and I am scraping ice off the car windscreen at 6.30AM I get slightly (only slightly) wistful for summer. But joy oh joy, the onset of winter also means the return of Strictly Come Dancing (Pamela or Matt to win!) on a Saturday night & the re-appearance of the Elvis impersonator at our local curry house! Yes indeed, (or should I say ‘uh huh huh’) curry & crooning was on the menu last Wednesday. Hubby & I & 3 neighbour couples (ah, suburban bliss) wrapped up against the frost & headed out to join Elvis (aka Pete) as he entertained the masses of Surrey. And I do mean join Elvis. After a few beers (although as designated driver I was on lime sodas so have no excuse for my behaviour!) we were all up embarrassing ourselves as only the middle aged know how to. 2 of our male neighbours (after some persuasion) duetted (trio-etted?) with the 70’s Elvis (all white & rhinestones) and when it came to classic 50’s / 60’s Elvis it didn’t take much persuasion for myself & my next door & over the road girly neighbours to leap to our feet & warble along as the world’s most un-co-ordinated backing band! Return To Sender indeed. I blame too much time in Asia & too many karaoke nights. I have no shame left. And then the jiving & bopping & general ‘bad dad dancing’ kicked off and then it was way past everyone’s bedtime. Who says the suburbs are dull??
