Have decided if do not take initiative, will live in chaos forever. Two is prone to becoming prickly and argumentative when faced with possibility of Actually Doing Something. Have now been on sofa for three months at least. Need to organise a bed for self. Two and me, (or is it Two and I) haven't shared a bed for years. Am thinking twin beds. Am living in living room as it were. And getting more and more depressed. Shall seize initiative, is only way.
Two spent several minutes gazing benevolently at Cyril (the squirrel) this morning, Is besotted with his acrobatic feats. I less so. Has now gone to gym, Two that is, not squirrel. Perhaps Two hopes to emulate him. If I hang fat ball from ceiling, maybe Two will attempt to dangle upside down and eat it. Wouldn't put it past him.
Have thrown away coat which apparently makes me look like tortoise. Felt better after that.
Funny, sad, account of life for 60 something lady, who retires to the Derbyshire Dales with husband, knowing not a soul.
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