Back into the Spanish sunshine mode. My Valencian roots are emerging, together with the need to laze, eat and occasionally go walkies in the fresh air.
My Mum has taken to sitting outside and studying at the garden table – which I like particularly because I have to keep an eye on her.
The Big Boy is home from this Uni place and he seems to have been bitten by the sunshine bug too. Every other time he’s been home he stays in his room with big books – occasionally popping out to have a shower or cook food that smells wonderfully of garlic.
My Dad goes off to the work in the CAR but he doesn’t take me. I am sad for a little while when he leaves but overjoyed and bouncing when he returns. I think he is just as pleased to see me although it usually means he has to take me out for a walk no matter what time of day it is.
My Boy spends most of his time shouting at friends on his computer thing – he shouts because he has something over his ears – he can’t hear himself and he can’t hear my Mum and Dad when they shout at him either. I love it when he comes downstairs because he gives me lots of fuss and !
My Mum had this idea of getting some kind of paddling pool for us to cool our toes/claws in – they tracked one down and my Dad set off in hot (very hot) pursuit, snatching up the last one in the shop from the sweaty hands of some other doting dad.
I didn’t like the noise the long snake thing that spits water made and I was quite wary of the big blue plastic shell that appeared in MY yard. My Mum sat on the bench with her feet in the cold water and smiled. It really was a very hot day.
My Boy decided to put me in the blue shell. He lifted me up and I stood, uncertain and wary, up to my elbows in cold water. Then he poured the water over my back and tail. I remained where I was, shivering, and my Dad took pity on me and told my Boy to get me out. I shook water all over my Boy for that.
I have given the blue shell a wide berth since but my Mum still likes it because she can watch the blackbirds flying into the ivy with food for their fledglings. I am NOT allowed to harass the blackbirds however tempted I am.
The other new garden acquisition is less scary. So overjoyed was my Mum to find that her eldest son wasn’t a vampire after all (with all that garlic – no chance!), she and my Dad bought him a sun lounger and a long lime green cushion to go on top. It looks very inviting but once he sat down there was very little that would move my Big Boy upright and away from his extremely large and heavy books. He is currently reading ‘Organic Chemistry’. My Mum is reading ‘Cognitive Psychology’, my Dad has ‘Shares’ magazines and my boy is shooting BBs out of the bathroom window (he’s not allowed to do it if any of us are in the garden but sometimes he forgets).
So, yesterday afternoon we are out in the garden – well – me, my Mum and my Boy. My Dad has gone back to bed because he was up at five o’clock in the morning and my Boy was in shouty mode again.
We had an unexpected but extremely welcome visitor – on a bicycle.
Bicycles make me anxious at the best of times and unexpected visitors make me very excited. My Mum sent the Big Boy for Scooby Snacks so that I could be bribed into submission. He went, my Mum grabbed my collar, I pulled and she went down – in her words – lie a sack of spuds.
Since the bad crate bashed her toe, my Mum’s balance has been decidedly off. She tries to fall on soft things – sofas, chairs, my Dad – but on this occasion she failed. Her knee hit the ground, her elbow hit the brickwork edge of the flower bed and her head hit the side of the garage. My Big Boy, my Mum’s friend and I watched her go down in slow motion. Ouch. We were all very sympathetic and concerned.
She was okay though (she whispered to me later that if we’d been alone she would have cried a bit – but it wouldn’t have happened if we’d been alone because I wouldn’t have gotso excited.)
With a stiff upper – how do humans do that? – she got up slowly and staggered over to the chair she uses for studying al fresco. Big swollen knee, bleeding elbow and bumpy head, but my Mum and her friend had a nice long chat and by the time my Dad came down she had lost the green tinge and was smiling again.
It has been a difficult weekend with my Mum making some important decisions. She’s had some help in this and I’m putting some links (who am I kidding – dogs don’t do typing or computers or links!) at the end of this piece of FICTIONAL writing.
I’m sorry Mum. I didn’t mean to pull you over and hurt you. I’m just an anxious guy. xxx
SUMO – Shut Up and Move On