Return of the lads

R and J returned from their respective locations today.  Without them I get a lot done, and the place somehow seems easier to keep clean and tidy, but it is also a bit quiet and lonely.  I found myself talking to Amber the cat about how “You are not getting any more cat food now because you haven’t eaten the last lot”.  I sound a bit like my dad, as he did this as well, although normally he would then add “And I hope you know how much this bloody stuff costs – you cost more to feed than I do”.  I don’t do that anyway, not out of any great virtue, but because I am not greatly motivated by saving small amounts of money.

Anyway, R came back with some beautiful shots of London, and a bad back.  I refrained from putting that in inverted commas because I am very sure he actually did twist it, but it is nonetheless unfortunate for the sake of the optics of the thing that it means he can’t give me much help with decorating the lounge this weekend.