In what should have been the final day of getting things done for work – the idea was to have Sunday to myself and Mrs P – all I have done is work.
Still, I completed the majority of the list. Well, the re-prioritised list anyway. I have still only managed to get done a fraction of what I intended due to the general kerfuffle that this week has turned into. I feel very guilty for ruining Mrs P’s plans too as her week has been affected just as much.
Kit has spent a lot of the day under the table on one of the four chairs. She has only been out of the kitchen fleetingly and I’m very worried that she is as timid as she is. We had a little play with a catnip monkey and a dangling goldfish but I think she likes Mrs Pitts better than me overall. I won’t give up. Kit will love me!
We were meant to end the day by going to a gig by the people who sang at our wedding, but neither of us felt up to it. We will go to their next one. Provided it’s within a reasonable distance, but far enough from either work place so that we don’t get spotted…!
