It’s 2am – I’m turning my body clock around to cope with nights next week.
The “kids” (untidy housemates) have gone away for 2 weeks so it’s just me and the tidy housemate alone – we celebrated with a mass cleaning episode. We went shopping today to the farm shop and as we were pondering the meat counter we saw they had rabbit, and decided to take the plunge. So Sunday lunch tomorrow will be rabbit casserole…
Very odd as I feel that by eating rabbit it’s somehow unlucky for my poorly bun upstairs. Silly supersitions and paranoia. Bah. As for the bun, I was going to hold of her meds today as because dosages are unknown for buns etc, you can overdose unwittingly and it’s best to give a day off every now and then to let them catch up. However, she looked so crap that I ended up having to give them. At least now I know they are probably working – she looks unhappy and so possibly in pain when she doesn’t get them.
