Kooky Out and Wiggy Me

Great news. Couldn't find Kooky this morning, then heard a plaintive mew from outside. He had got out through the catflap - though, as yet, too timid to come back in the same way. I am hoping he will now learn these new skills and have more freedom when I am away or out of the house.

Good fun last night. Went to Selfridges with Julian and managed to purchase two wigs: one streaked blonde and the other a deep reddish colour, almost matching the dress I was wearing and both in a bob style, the blonde with one side longer and the red with a slight fringe. Trying the wigs on made me realise how thin my hair has become since I stopped taking HRT. Years ago, I took my mother-in-law to try some wigs, but none of them looked OK. I think if you have a thin face they tend to look very fake because the hair seems too thick unless they are specially made. Fortunately my worst problem was looking like Benny Hill until we had brushed them into order. A fat face can be quite handy sometimes. I definitely felt like Amy Lame in the dark one with my black glasses. I shall take a couple of snaps sometime. Julian took some last night to show Dorothy. I hope they had a good giggle.

Scary Squirrel and Clarissa's Indian

Heard a strange sound - kind of huffing squawk if that makes sense, opened the window and there was a squirrel on the fence making the noise and staring at something in the garden. I went down and there was poor Kooky, cowering behind a pot, afraid to move.

What it is to have a terrorist squirrel in one's garden.

Leaflet publicising the Ivory Arch Indian Restaurant just dropped through my doorway. 'Indian Cuisine cooked by award-winning chefs' above pictures of an Asian gentleman with both 'Michelin Starred Chef John Roberts' and 'TV Chef Clarissa Dickson Wright'I had no idea Clarissa Dickson Wright cooked a mean Indian meal. Perhaps the Walworth Road is going up in the world? Somehow it is quite hard to imagine Clarissa sweating over a hot stove at Elephant & Castle.

Tuesday

Rather tired this morning but soldiered on. Drafted some minutes and wrote a reference which, if I say so myself, was rather good.

Suddenly realised that no quote had arrived from the caterers, so spent most of the afternoon whingeing at them but finally an email arrived. Also sorted out a few other bits and pieces, then decided to leave a bit early and stay away until next Tuesday before any other horrible things happened. Since I still have fifteen days leave to use up, that will be handy. At least things have brightened up a bit this week.

Kooky has taken to sitting in the front window. This morning he whined pitifully through the window at me when I tried to slink off to work.

Ordered some more flowers and chocs today. Later they rang and offered to add a bottle of champagne to the next order free! Sounds like a bargain!

Monday Morning

A worky day today. Not looking forward to it at all. Here's a snap of Lye Torng, opposite the end of my road. It's the white building on the left beyond the bright green trees.

Sunday Evening

Watched lots of Come Dines.

For pudding, poured a ristretto over vanilla ice cream. Mmmmm. Must stop buying ice cream.

Kooky Monster

Kooky managed to wake me up this morning by rushing around the house, leaping up and down on the furniture, dashing about on the hard floors etc, like a whirlwind.

It is his latest waking technique.

- and home again!