You know when things start off busy, get a bit mad, and then just get weird? That’s what happened this week for me. Yesterday got really surreal. Part way through a not-terribly-exciting meeting, I was looking around and noticed something in the window of the office a floor above. Two boys (well, men, but I suspect they were boys at heart), were putting a shirt on a six foot blow up dinosaur. As you do in the office on a Thursday afternoon.
They completed their mission and wandered off, leaving Rex chilling out and the attendees of the meeting I was in trying to stifle giggles.
At the end of the day I met up with friends for an evening out. It was 12.30am when I arrived home so by this stage I’d been awake for 20 hours and had managed the grand total of 9.5 hours sleep over the previous two nights. I was feeling a bit sleepy. I woke up pretty fast though, when I realised that something was glowing inside my house. I assumed I’d finally forgotten to turn off my straighteners and things had caught fire (not that I am one to panic) and ran from the car. And stopped suddenly on the path when I realised what it was. Norman was relaxing on the sofa, WATCHING TV. Yes, my cat has now learned to turn on the television. The only thing that impressed me more was that he was watching (and I really mean watching – he was properly focussed on) ‘This Week’ – a political review programme. Not the sort of thing he gets to watch with me. So now it seems I have a rapidly evolving cat with an interest in politics. I don’t know whether to be proud or terrified.
Mind you, Prime Minister Norman Cat has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it? :o)