Little Things Mean a Lot
I shared a bottle of champagne with a couple of my neighbours late on St. Valentine's Day afternoon. A little soiree we sometimes have. I don't see them often, mainly because I keep pretty much to myself and am always doing 'my own thing'. As it was St. Valentine's Day, we thought we would enjoy a tipple, while also, I was introduced to their new family member...a beautiful furry little kitten. Of course, I became immediately smitten! He is a darling little fellow. They didn't have much luck with the kitten they got a couple of months ago. "Polly" was free-spirited, very sociable and very, very adventurous. She disappeared one morning never to be seen or heard of again. In positive mode, I believe she found herself another home, probably one with a large dog that she can tease and terrorise. I think the new kitten, "Olly" is of a different disposition. Already he's a home-body, enjoying many cuddles and not venturing far from their verandah.
Just before heading up to their home I somehow did something untoward to my back. The wine eased the burden a little, but for the balance of the evening after arriving home, I had difficulty sleeping and then all day yesterday I was either resting, trying to exercise the damn thing or feeling sorry for myself! Resting and feeling sorry for myself won the battle....with "feeling sorry for myself" easing its nose in front.
Then out of the blue last night, I received a couple of longed-for emails from a friend and then a call from said friend. It had been a while since we had spoken (a little while can seem like an eternity to me sometimes). His contact was a magical elixir for not only my back, but my spirits. I hope he realises just how much hearing from him means to me. His contact was the medicine I needed. My back is still a little stiff, but I can feel it's much better this morning than yesterday, so it's well on the mend. My spirits...what can I say....they are high! Definitely mended!
While we were talking my cats were grumbling as they wanted me to go back to bed. When I eventually did, Remy, my male cat, who weighs half a ton, decided the best way to keep me there was to lay on me. This he did as if to say, "You ain't going anywhere, lady!"
As I have a tendency to prolong any celebrations, I've decided to extend St. Valentine's Day.