30 November 2017
Kat was working a long, cold shift last night finishing at 6.00 a.m. this morning. She ‘phoned to ask if she could come home to sleep as there was noisy building work outside her barracks. We told her she didn’t have to ask. She replied that she had been brought up to be polite!
Rick was ecstatic when she walked through the door at breakfast time although he can’t understand now why he can’t go into her bedroom and sleep with her. We are tip toeing around the flat trying to be as quiet as mice and stop Rick from barking.
“I think I’ll do some baking.”
“Can you bake quietly?”
“Of course I can.”
Of course I can’t. It was like I was suddenly suffering from Tourette’s Syndrome or performing Bjork's It's Oh So Quiet. The harder I tried to be quiet the clumsier I became. I seemd to have no control over my movements. First the stack of baking trays in the cupboards toppled over. Then I knocked the coffee bean tin onto the floor. When the oven timer went off I stabbed wildly at the button trying to turn off the loud beeping. I was a nervous wreck by the time I finished.
The cakes turned out nice though. And Kat hasn’t come out of her bedroom yet so she must be fast asleep. Shhh.