Wow, it’s been a gnarly week. Last weekend started off as normal- gorgeous, hot and summery. My sister and I went to Ockham Common to take more portrait photos for her portfolio. We spent hours trudging up and down hills and pathways, stopping for tea breaks on tree logs- there were lots of people riding their horses along the trails and a few dogs- this gorgeous speckled one came bounding over to us to say a quick hello before running off to catch up with her human and horse. I got to spend a little time with my nieces who are photo experts- I didn’t even have to ask to have this selfie taken! I was under strict orders to play with their dollhouse and the ‘daddy’ doll handed over to me…to my surprise, I was staring down at the doll version of Ellen DeGeneras (sadly, no Portia counterpart)
And then came the lows. If you follow me on Instagram, you’d know that on Monday my beautiful gremlin died. He was diagnosed with FIV just after Christmas and his health had been on a steady decline since. My only consolation is that he was at home, with me and Robin, when he took his last breath and went through the great big cat flap in the sky. It’s been heart breaking coming home to an empty house every night, and even worse when his catty pals come to the back door looking for him. Like Forrest Gump said…that’s all I have to say about that.
Outside is gloomy and dark- perfect baking weather. I’ve made a blueberry and lemon bundt cake and we’re getting sushi for dinner from around the corner. Let’s see what next week has in store for me.