I honestly though that life couldn’t get any weirder.
But it has.
I suddenly find I am in solitary confinement and it is strange. The only sound at the moment is a thrush singing loudly just outside the door. There is no background sound of Herself’s radio [I am currently missing Joe Duffy so there is a silver lining to every cloud] nor any comments from Herself.
My sole contact with the world is through my phone now and am getting very proficient at texting. I got one text from Neighbour who was very concerned about Cat who had changed colour. I had to explain that Daughter was here the other night and had added dye to Granddaughter the Elder’s hair. While she was at it she gave Cat a bit of colouring too. It was Cat’s fault for being too nosey. So Cat is now Punk with a lovely pink streak down her back.
There is no word on when Herself might be coming home. Now that they have their claws in her they are treating her as if she were a plague carrier. They have sent off samples to be tested and we have to wait for results. God knows when that will be. Apparently she is giving them hell in there and is refusing to eat. I told them that was all normal.
So here I am in solitary isolation. I’m not even allowed to leave the house.
Which reminds me…..
I have to go down to the village now for milk and baccy…….