View from my bedroom window

Dear Readers, when you aren’t well small pleasures become all the more important, and I really love laying in bed, listening to Radio Four and watching the birds and squirrels. Four blue tits were all over the climbing hydrangea outside the window, squirrels come and go, and there was this guy…

As part of my end of life doula training, we had to think about what would give us comfort in our last days, and a view of nature was essential for me, even if it was just a windowbox or a bird feeder. Even a scrap of blue sky…

My friend S sent me an extraordinary card – so fine, and it doesn’t need any watering….

and my new friend H, from my adventures in South Africa earlier this year, sent me this card (love Elizabeth Blackadder) and a little reminder…

This is Mr Kitty, from a few doors down the road. He always looks slightly indignant.

Our bundle of joy, Abbie, has been surveying all the coughing, napping, occasional projectile vomiting, with her usual aplomb. However, she has been throwing up herself rather more than we’d like, so we’ve been giving her four small meals a day instead of two, which seems to be doing the trick.

In spite of the one star review on ‘Pets At Home’, I’ve also bought her a raised food dish, as one theory has it that cats don’t really like to eat their food off of the floor. Goodness knows how lions cope, but maybe they don’t live long enough in the wild to get so pernickety. Anyhow, we shall give it a go, and let you know what happens. Any feedback, let me know!