I'm a stranger here myself

[desperance]

These boys swear they haven't the least idea who I am. They are vaguely aware that they used to live with someone, but he went away and left them ages back; and me, I'm just this stranger who's turned up out of the blue. Having been sniffed carefully all over, I am now being Stared At from across the room. Quite coldly.

Or in other words, I went to Sunderland yesterday and stayed overnight with Bryan & Mary Talbot. Food may have been eaten; wine may have been drunk. I stayed for lunch today, and may have peeled a butternut squash.

One thing for sure, I've read Grandville and you haven't. It's good, being Bryan's official proofreader; I get to smug. *smugs*

Comments

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Actually, now you come to mention it, I too am absent for successive weekends. Eek.

(Weirdly, they both refused to eat when they first arrived - separately, a year apart - to the point where I had each of them to the vet in high anxiety. Having once got over that, I haven't been able to stop them eating since. Their food, my food, anything remotely interpretable as food and some things that aren't. As has been noted, often, in this blog...)

[a-d-medievalist.livejournal.com]

Yep -- love those visits to the vet that end up with lots of tests and a resulting, "who knows? try getting home at a decent hour for a couple of weeks!"

And finding that yes, the spending quality time actually works ...