Tuesday. A fine drizzle being blown about this morning, the fine stuff that finds it's way everywhere. I hope it stops before I go out. If not I won't be out long.
Tiggy is still asleep, but he has moved a wee bit. Not good. I'll check him again when it's light enough.
Can't think of anything else, so there either isn't anything, or I'm not awake yet. Take your pick!
Well I never dreamt of becoming a mother at 41 but I'm sure I'll love it nonetheless.
Changing subject completely... one or two spooky goings-on here in the last couple of days. I just heard the rustling of coats in the pantry and, at the same time, one of the lights in the kitchen above my head started flickering. Yesterday when I was lying down in the sitting room I heard one of the dining chairs being pulled out from under the table. Trés odd ...
Tomorrow would have been my Nan's birthday. It'll be 6 years this May since she died. I always thought it strange that the baby would be due on her birthday - of all the days of the year!