Imbolc

A new household. Brian and I here, of course as forever with this blog, barring a hiatus. It’s BarclayHook Towers. Boo, who you all know. She’s still horny. She’s incredibly vocal with it, as you’d expect. We’ve had no rest, day and night, for five days now. I really hope she comes off it soon. We are in communication with the vet to have her spayed. That’ll be the next chapter. She will utterly hate having a cone on her. Then there’s Misty, a ragdoll, a seat stealer. She’s a big old fluffy plumpkin. She’s not thinking about nuance. She’s just there. And then Maddy, quickly becoming a friend, new to this country and from the other side of the world.

I’ve booked a late Sunday lunch at The Old Bull and Bush cos apparently it’s gonna be sunny tomorrow. We’re gonna hit the heath, do some walking, enjoy the fact it is February at last, probably go to the pergola. Maddy’s a photographer, and she’s not fucking around. She showed me some of the stuff she got in Richmond Park. She came over here with minimal stuff, one cat… Incredible behaviour. I’m trying to help by getting this flat less cluttered. Most of this stuff is bollocks. Time to move it on.

We are all in a puddle watching Ted Lasso. I’ve watched the first season already once, I’m watching it again. It’s joyful, so joyful. I’m so glad it was so successful, this thing that on paper I would never like, but this wonderful wonderful show about integrity and football… who knew? Impeccably acted, funny and human.

I’m burning frankincense and have candles in the window. Tonight we bring the light back by leaving light in our windows, although we need to have removed the vestiges of the winter festival decoration. Now we are moving to the light, the heat, the warmth. Fuck yeah. (Tomorrow is just as good for the light in the window thing. Just leave an old candle there on a plate so you don’t burn yourself down and blame me.)

Goodnight and happy light return.