I loved Mac 'n Janet's comment on my last post: Of course he wants to be a cat. We all want to be cats. Very true. Particularly tonight. I'd quite like to be doing this (above). No, it's not a two-headed feline, but two felines at their ease.
Am I at my ease? Yes, temporarily, but I have wet feet. Why? Well, for some weeks the pipework under our kitchen sink has been dripping very slightly so we summoned a plumber, who came on Thursday and replaced it.
This evening I've been preparing lunch for Daughter 1, Son-in-Law 1 and Grandson tomorrow. When I finished, I did the washing up by hand because the dishwasher was full. After a bit I decided I needed fresh water so I tipped the basinful of mucky water into the sink in preparation for refilling the basin.
And all the water flowed out of the cupboard beneath the sink and over all the stuff in the cupboard, my feet and the floor. The whole U-bend thingie had come detached from the sink.
Did we think that phoning the plumber at 10.30 pm on a Saturday would do us much good? No.
While we were mopping up, Daughter 2 phoned to say that Grandson had developed a leaky and smelly ear. She had a phone consultation with her doctor brother, who advised taking him to the emergency doctor in the morning. Grandson is now peacefully sleeping but one can't go around with smelly ears in polite company.
Ah well. I suppose it's all part of life's rich pageant, as I believe Arthur Marshall first wrote - though I can't find confirmation of this on Google. I wonder how many people remember him now.