Tried, and failed

I was fully intending to go to work today. I got up, got dressed, fed the cats, cleared the litter tray, put the recycling out, and then when I actually came to leave realised that I was unlikely to make it as far as the end of the road, let alone all the way to work, I could barely walk properly. So back to bed it was.

I eventually made it round Sainsbury’s propped up by a trolley (I’d run out of medicine and cat litter, so couldn’t really avoid going), and to a funeral, although the standing up was hard work.

I hope this has cleared up by Monday or it’ll be a trip to the doctors.

Settling in nicely.

Mulder and Scully are chasing each other non-stop round the house and up and down the stairs at the moment. It’s quite funny watching them “power-slide” their way across the laminate floor in the dining room before “fighting” with each other or their old blankets in front of the fire place.

Mulder almost tolerates me now, but Scully is still nervous and wary of everything.