Sometimes I cannot believe how beautiful Sevilla is. Around every corner it’s always something. This is just up the street from my house. 💙
I had big ideas for this milestone birthday. My first thought was to take myself somewhere, like I did on my 60th. In fact I thought about taking the same trip, which was to Barcelona by train (because I certainly didn’t fancy getting on a plane). But then omicron came, the “numbers” suddenly went up all over Spain, and so a trip anywhere became out of the question. Then I thought… maybe a small party? I toyed with that idea, wondering how and where to do it outside, and with whom.
But as the day drew closer I realised I still hadn’t made any plans so in the end I decided to just go with, well, whatever came up. At first this felt a bit sad, because I was really hoping to do something special and memorable and all that. But you know what? It was fine. A lovely (6 hour!) lunch today out in good company, with delicious food and plenty of wonderful wine. With more birthday celebrations (sort of) planned for the weekend. My new hashtag on Instagram is #puentedemicumple. Will do a recap on Monday!
Poor Loki! We were having a cuddle on Sunday evening when I noticed Loki’s mouth looked a bit strange on one side. So I had a look inside his mouth and – eek! – his upper left incisor was all bloody. And so it was off to the vet’s yesterday. Always so stressful. I can never tell who gets more stressed out, me or the screaming cat – or the taxi driver who has to drive us (I always tip well) – but omg it’s awful.
Once we got to the vet’s Loki calmed down and, being the good boy he is, let Eva give him a check over and even pry his mouth open without making a fuss. And well, it’s not as bad as I had feared. The enamel on the front of his incisor has broken off but, aside from being a bit inflamed (not bloody) Eva says it should heal over. Which is GOOD NEWS as the only cat orthodontists in Spain are in Málaga and A Coruña. So Loki is taking anti-inflammatories for three days and after that I’ll keep an eye on him, with another check up in a month’s time.
No doubt you all remember this guy. And you also may remember that after about a dozen years or so of being flatmates Peter moved out and got his own place in 1997. So I have had just over four years of living on my own, which I have LOVED, and which I especially appreciated during lockdown. But needs must after almost two years of no income and, since I was cut off from all government aid in June 2020, well, living alone is a luxury I haven’t actually been able to afford for quite some time.
As for Peter, who is now living on his UK pension, he will also save on monthly expenses, and get to live in a bigger and nicer place – WITH CATS – in a neighbourhood that he prefers to where he is now.
Now we just have to see if we can still live together! At least he’s the devil I know. 😉