Octoboy

So....I realise that it is not October but I have called this little outpouring 'octoboy' for the other reason...he currently encompasses me at every available opportunity, using what I am convinced are at least 8 limbs. That is ,at any rate, how it feels!!

Thus, I have been struggling with Russian grammar, enjoying the challenge of Anna Karenina, watching the mind-numbingly repetitious nature of children's tv, preparing potatoes and generally doing life, all with the added 'bonus' of Octoboy, wrapped around me. Walking is tricky, I tell you that!

 (Incidentally, no one tells you how boring and mind-grindingly dull it can be. Do I dare admit that? Dare admit that caring for a chap with profound and multiple learning difficulties can be boring? When we aren't chasing him, stopping him from destroying himself, others or stuff, it is crushingly dreary.)

There. What a terrible person I am. Or am I just being honest? After nearly 31 years, I think I might have a little authority and knowledge.....

So, with Octoboy about my person, I am away to empty the washing machine (3rd load of the day)...good job I can still be jolly!!!!😉

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September stuff

So.....the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness is upon us. An Autumnal chill has crept up, taking us unawares. Even the air smells different.

I know lots of people aren’t keen..but I love it.

I have been hesitating in writing this blogette as a whole because I became worried that I would upset people..but, do you know what?? If someone doesn’t like my musings, they can stop reading...just saying.

So...today I had lunch with a lovely chum. Munching my deliciously dressed salad, I noticed a wriggle. Yes, I was the recipient of a free caterpillar. Bonus? Not really. I returned the caterpillar, small though it was, along with its leaf to the counter and on paying the bill I said that I hoped I was getting some kind of discount with the caterpillar. My beverage was free, as was that of my lovely chum. So that’s something.....I have been trying not to think that I may have ingested other beasties without spotting them. I am trying to think like Bear Grylls, it’s all protein ,after all. 🥴

At the weekend, in one of our many garden centre visits, the Boy spotted a singing Christmas dog. He was thrilled. Delighted. Joyous. He clutched said singing dog to his bosom, marching around the garden centre with it. We were therefore duty bound to buy it...HE HAS BEEN PLAYING IT EVER SINCE. We are into our third set of batteries. He even tried to take it on the Right Bus this morning ...I had to draw the line at that...I sat it on the stairs where it awaited his return. It is playing now. Again. My teeth are gritted.

At the Bookface, things are apparently a-changing. Reviews are almost upon us , with new and so called improved systems in place to document our contributions to the business....I have no documentation but I shall cite the various things which I do to aid the great whirring of the corporate wheels. I shall enjoy doing that. (My strop is on....)

In other news though, my on-line Russian tutor is currently taking me through Anna Karenina which is one of my favourite books of all time so I am a happy bunny. 🐇

Talking of animals, the deer have been busy. They have munched their way through all the hostas in our garden. It has taken me a long time to come to terms with hostas . They always seemed a bit dull to me but now that I have , I have been enjoying their variegated leaves and lush greeness....so, however, have the deer. We are now left with stumps, which nestle alongside the stumps of rose bushes which sit alongside the badger toilets that have been so neatly dug in the flower beds.....🦌🦡

(Yes, I have started Christmas shopping..let’s be honest, I started ages ago!...Ho Ho Ho!!! And I don’t even care what anyone says...it is what I do. )

So,  whatever you feel about the onset of Autumn, have a lovely one.

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