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Pol came back at about elevenish and went straight to bed without saying goodnight. Random lent me her phone charger. I asked if she had a nice dinner. She said in the end she hadn't eaten anything because she'd had toast while she was waiting for Pol to bring me back.

I made Pol a coffee in the morning, but he was having a fasting blood sugar, so it was wasted. Still, he sat and chatted with me a while, mostly about the Steam games he bought me. I am trying to download them while I am here, but the emails went missing and without the emails Steam isn't forthcoming on past gifts.

Spice and Hatter were bouncing on me all night long, so I didn't sleep very well. I have fed them and emptied the cat tray. I am also cleaning up the conservatory, which is full of rubbish from where the rats all used to be, and gathering my art stuff so I can do art. I've just stopped for a meal break. It's Tescos Value Cottage Pie - I feel quite brave for eating it.

Pol said he wouldn't be back tonight as he's out to a prearranged social event. I wish I was going - it would be nice to see people while I am here and I've switched to a later sleeping pattern to fit in with Pol and Random, so being up late isn't a problem. Still, there's Mary and Tim's wedding on Saturday! After which I am going straight home, which apparently spoils Random's trip to Coventry, as I was expected to look after the cats. They thought I was leaving on Sunday, but I decided to go straight home rather than get a train on Sunday for a journey I already don't like very much. Random has really had a lot of inconvenience from me this trip up, though she's being nice about it. Pol won't be able to look after the cats, because he's off to a different wedding with Kira. He leaves Friday evening, so I think from what he's said that tomorrow morning is the only time I will see him, before he goes to work and then to pick up Kira, and then to the wedding.

It's bright and sunny out today. The fruit trees look good where Pol planted them.

Anyway, I'd better go and eat, and then actually do something instead of moping around online.

The forecast weather has arrived: 8 degrees Celsius and lots of rain first thing. The rain arrived last night, and by midday, all the ice was gone. It's now safe to roam around again. I let myself run out of milk, gambling on safer footing today and it's paid off.

Pol keeps describing to me various social things he's doing. It all sounds very good. I'm glad, also, that his new job is apparently not awful. I hope to see him at some point soon, depending on the weather and so on.

I started getting bored and restless on my days off. I don't think it would be wise to go in five days a week, but it does seem I have spare energy left over again. I've rearranged my schedule, cutting back on time spent in conscious relaxation, and adding back in the things I used to study but was too tired to while volunteering was still new to me.

I can't help but wonder how Random is doing. And the cats.

Spice woke me up with prolonged romping, leading to me being online by 6am. On a Sunday morning. I don't feel too bad though. I'd feel better if I hadn't exposed myself to tobacco smoke and then *forgotten to shower*, leaving me with a fine coat of stuff on my hair and skin and now on my bedding. Hopefully I can change the bed today. Luckily, it was golden tobacco so there's no worse effect than rather stuffy sinuses and sore eyes.

Breakfast was reheated fajitas: Random makes a thing with minced quorn, spinach, sweetcorn, carrots, spices and beer, and then there's the usual fajita trimmings - real sour cream this time round. I had one last night and most of two for breakfast.

Teawitter is on at 1pm. Not sure if going. What I'd quite like to do is to sit and paint some Discworld figures to take along to the next game as NPCs. They're not bad figures at all, and only the Dibbler would look at all out of place in a game. The table is completely clear, so all I have to do is bring down my paints. Teawitter would be lovely but might be too tiring.

Spice has spent today expanding her pattern. Pol's back to work (Random has been away), so the house routine is back in place after the weekend, with me alone in the house all day. Spice tried to get me interested in play at 5:45am, but after the busy weekend, I wasn't having it. She bounced me again when my 8am alarm went off, and spent a while being cuddled and pouncing gracefully on my feet under the duvet.

Downstairs for breakfast - she still prefers to have someone watch her back while she eats. I got breakfast and let it go cold while she chased a laser up and down the stairs. I get the impression that she's slightly stiff and sore today - no wonder when she's getting about four hours of serious exercise every day! After this, she relaxed while I ate and put on laundry. Normally, I watch television and play with her, and by 12pm she's hidden herself away until Pol comes home. Instead, she's only just gone to ground now at 2pm. She's also 'owning' the sitting room much more. She's diving off into different holes and crevices, instead of always just going behind (or inside) the sofa. Any time she hasn't been playing, she has been walking around sniffing *everything* and occasionally trying to kill it. She's also relaxed out in the open several times. Unfortunately, her favourite play areas are always the places with the heaviest traffic. As and when we have house guests, she will have to be nimble.

The washing machine doesn't faze her much. Given the amount of laundry we do, this is just as well. She's been able to eat while it was doing its thing - as long as I am around to watch, anyway. She seems to find the kitchen safest when I am making a cup of tea or coffee. She obviously finds the rattle of teaspoons reassuring. She also likes it when I am under the duvet, and even more if I am curled up reading a book. Then she finds the crook of my knee and pours herself into it, resting her chin on my leg and purring loudly, seeming utterly relaxed.

Today wasn't bad. I had planned to just immerse myself in computer games, but my wrists are sore, so I've ended up going back to my favourite brain candy, Georgette Heyer. I've spent the day downstairs for once, instead of being in my room. Being downstairs gets a lot done. I did Pol's laundry, then finally got to put the hall rugs into wash, then washed them again in the vain hope that more muck will come out this time. They're now drying. JG came and cleaned and we talked a lot about C, her dog who passed six months or so ago, S, her new dog, and, naturally, Moth. I got a lot out of the visit. I also emptied the dishwasher and cooked myself something to eat.

I had a bath, straightened my room out, had a nap and I've just come upstairs after playing Guitar Hero with Random. I left her merrily playing away, having been be-migrained out of continuing, but I really enjoyed it and I am hoping we can do it again tomorrow.

Pol's away doing work-related stuff and I am missing him rather more than I usually would.

I'm currently upstairs, post hot bath and wishing I had a coffee. The kettle is two floors below. The hot bath was lovely, but the plain white bath mats are so dirty they are brown, and, as I discovered to my horror, sticky. The cleaner does the bath, but she doesn't wash the bath mats and I've just discovered, neither do Pol nor Random. I'm having a shower as soon as I can move again - my own bathroom is nice and clean.

I had some pretty papers Random took me to get, and Pol's photos of his Tokyo trip. I've combined these to make a collage, which is now on the spare room wall. (Pol's just returned home and likes the effect very much.) The Pratchett books are now mostly down in that room as well, so we can all get to them without anyone having to come into my room to get them. The combined effect should make the spare room a pleasant place for visitors, and this is in good time for Carol and/or my mum to visit, so they can feel welcome and at home in there, even though it is seriously poky.

I tried to bleach the spare room curtain. It proved to be impervious. It's hanging on the line outside while I try to decide what to do with it.

I feel quite proud of this. The effort has utterly wiped me out for the day, and I have done literally nothing else (I should eat, and will when I can reliably stand long enough and I've washed my feet.). My work today has made a lasting difference to one of the rooms in the house and I feel very proud of that. If nothing else, it means the spare room is now a nice place to just go and sit and hang out.

I haven't even had a bad migraine yet today.