Something in the garden is being killed and eaten in a very noisy manner. That’s one of the downsides of living out here for the week. The upsides, though, are too many to count, but centre primarily on being able to lay out in the sun this afternoon and doze off, and then come inside to sit in the conservatory with coffee and a book.

The garden also looks great at the moment. It’s full of colour. I’ll be quite sad to go home when the week of cat sitting is over, I think.

Other than that, it has been a very messy bank holiday weekend. My nose is about ready to drop off, it has been blown so much, and the cat has been sick so many times I’m starting to think she’s bulimic. On the stairs. On the duvet. Just outside the back door, where I stood in it with bare feet. Ugh.

I would be worried, but all of it seems to have sufficient quantities of freshly harvested vole in it to be obvious that it’s not some kind of illness - just overindulgence in the field at the end of the garden.

I’m hoping the worst of the cold is over now. I’ve been finding it hard getting motivated to do just about anything. All I want to do is flop around or sleep. I slept in the conservatory for half an hour in blazing sunshine, and woke up feeling completely desiccated. As a result, I’ve spent the cloudy moments inside watching old videos I’ve been clearing out from the attic.

Watched two episodes of Talking Telephone Numbers, both with me in, and on both occasions where I had the pony tail for which I should have been shot. Ugh. It looks awful. What was I thinking? Still, I was 21 and a student at the time. It looks particularly crappy with the baseball cap they made me wear with a number 1 on the front so I could be in a game to generate a random number. Fortunately I lost, or else there would have been a hair disaster close up that I’d still be trying to live down to this day.

Watched Captain Correlli’s Mandolin this evening. Utter pants. It was like a load of famous actors putting on stupid voices for a pantomime. Rewatched Mars Attacks last night and found myself constantly worrying about the volume and turning it down, then remembering I’m not in the flat any more and turning it back up.

It was surprisingly amusing after all this time. I never realised it had so many famous people in it. (Jack Nicholson, Glenn Close, Annette Bening, Pierce Brosnan, Danny DeVito, Martin Short, Sarah Jessica Parker, Michael J. Fox, Rod Steiger, Tom Jones, Natalie Portman).

Assuming this cold clears up in the next couple of days, I might take advantage of the fact I’m effectively out in the countryside here to go out for a run on the road before work one morning, rather than in the gym. How I’ll manage without a TV to run towards, though, is another matter.

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