Something to shore up against my ruine
Oct. 15th, 2009 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceOutside the house, a nice man is painting the stonework around my windows. I don't think that's quite the colour that I asked for, but hey. He's been told; I'm not going to tell him different. That way confusion lies.
Inside the house, Mac is trying desperately to help. It is just as well that cat-claws don't cut glass, or I would have no windows left. Also, it is just as well that the nice man has rigid self-control, or he would have smeared half the glass with paint, he's giggling so hard as Mac seeks ever more frantically to dig his way through to the outside.
Baz is hiding in the bathroom. Not sure why, except that it's the only opaque window (obviously) in the house. He's presumably safe there, from evil men with brushes.
In other news, both my shoulders hurt. Differently. I resent this. Also, I can no longer afford my physio. I have pink pills for pale people, but somehow that isn't quite the same.
Inside the house, Mac is trying desperately to help. It is just as well that cat-claws don't cut glass, or I would have no windows left. Also, it is just as well that the nice man has rigid self-control, or he would have smeared half the glass with paint, he's giggling so hard as Mac seeks ever more frantically to dig his way through to the outside.
Baz is hiding in the bathroom. Not sure why, except that it's the only opaque window (obviously) in the house. He's presumably safe there, from evil men with brushes.
In other news, both my shoulders hurt. Differently. I resent this. Also, I can no longer afford my physio. I have pink pills for pale people, but somehow that isn't quite the same.