So the leak is fixed and the kitchen ceiling is drying nicely.
The trip to London is postponed to Jan 3rd in hopes it will then be straightforward enough to enjoy as it deserves. Granny and Grandpa Monkey may or may not be on their way here from Exeter, via Birmingham. (Where they hope to hand over Great Grandma Monkey to her youngest son and Christmas in Lancaster.) You can see how any leg of that journey could be blocked by snow, but we're fairly confident they'll be here by Christmas, or earlier (which is even better). If they don't set out today, they'll try tomorrow, or Friday...
Woke up this morning to find all the electric sockets were dead. Speedy detective work by musique_monkey
(you can tell he tracks bugs for a living) pinned the problem down to the dishwasher. So now all is working again provided nobody tries to switch the dishwasher on. It's still under warranty and Bosch are coming out on the 29th to fix it. So it's a traditional Christmas round the sink with tea towels for the monkey family. In fact, it would have been much stressier if it had gone at a normal time of year: over the hols there'll be plenty of time and monkeys to get the dishes done.
What'll be the next crisis? Well, Humbug has been eating the birds' bread again, so storms and sudden gusts are probable. Hopefully in the litter tray.
I dreamed we were visiting la_marquise_de_
and the marquis, who were running a cat shelter in a house-sized conservatory. All kinds of adorable cats came to see me as I chatted with la_marquise_de_
, including one made entirely of bobbly knitting wool, with a neat purled section and two chunky knitting needles attached to its belly fluff. Then a tiny ginger and white cat came and plonked herself in my lap exactly the way that Zil liked to in her old age. In other words, she made it clear I wasn't going anywhere unless I tucked her under my arm and took her along. la_marquise_de_
told me this cat was 45 years old, but apart from rather cloudy eyes, she seemed to be doing fine. I was just wondering how Leicester and Humbug would take to her, and how she'd cope with their bouts of lions'n'wildebeest, when I woke up.
Right. One more assignment to mark, and various bits of monkey homework and shopping to do (all fairly pleasant). Then it's just present wrapping and taking it easy. Phew! (Or is it?)