Little guy is rampaging. Crawling everywhere, bashing everything, biting everything and frantically trying to stand up. He got five more teeth at Christmas. I got flu. Back to work for a rest now, more or less. We put a gate up on the corridor so the poor cat can have a safe zone.
Christmas was sad as my dad wasn't there to have a long rambling conversation with about the latest Hilary Mantel which would have been likely both our Christmas reading. My mother was...spiky. My jaws ached with suppressed tension by the end.
I should write more I guess but the effort of getting things out of my head is prohibitive at times.
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