Tuesday was my best day, I had thee best time from start to finish.
My morning started with a nightmare… and yes, you may be thinking ‘how on Earth can a great day start with a nightmare?’
It’s because I actually love nightmares. With the same logic of why people go on roller-coasters, go bungee jumping or watch horror films; they do it for a rush. To me a nightmare is like a surprise horror screening in the cinema of your brain… which is kind of apt because I ended up having a whole movie day.
Well this nightmare was so bad that it made me bolt upright in bed gasping for air for the first time in a few years. So you can imagine how racy my heart was. The worst thing about this was that there was no way I was getting back to sleep straight away.
The 2nd best thing that happened was to my sweet, scrawny, tiny and very dopey Batcat.
For Christmas, I got a cat flap and all the cats, except Batcat, loved it from the first Day. It was like a letterbox for cats. When they figured it out, it was like I could almost hear them saying ‘Mam – this is amazing, it’s our OWN DOOR!’ and they were in and out of it all day and have been since. Batcat on the other-hand was having absolutely none of it. She would cry and cry and cry until I opened the door. Despite my weeks of trying to coax and help her through, she didn’t seem to grasp the whole concept of the flap.
So back to my Tuesday morning where I needed a walk around the house with a glass of water to shake off this dream of being chased and eaten by a giant bacteria-worm down my Dad’s street.
Not surprisingly, there was Batcat, sitting at the back door whining for me to let her out. So I did, but not before warning her I was going back to bed so she was staying outside.
Off she went and off I went, back to bed. So there I was, dozing off and about to re-enter dream hell, when I heard that familiar letterbox noise, not once, not twice, not three times, but over and over and Over and OVer and OVEr and OVER.
I threw back my covers, in a rage! What was going on down there?!
I stampeded down the stairs ready to find out which of my little furry demons were trying to wind me up. But there, from down the hallway, I could see the tiny paw of my freaky Batcat.
I couldn’t believe it, she’d gotten her paw through the flap. Her whole Paw! Suddenly realising this could be the moment I had been waiting for – I stopped.
‘Come on girl, come on – you can do it!’ I coaxed in my softest voice while I crept toward the door, ‘Tsk Tsk Tsk, come on.’
Well, what can I say when I saw that little head come all the way inside I knew she had finally done it. It was like seeing a child walk for the first time, except better cause it was my baby Batcat! She chirped as she came through the cat flap and I scooped her up, giving her the most cuddly cuddle and strokes.
It was amazing and easily makes its way into the best thing that’s happened in months… Judge all you like.
So obviously after all this excitement there was no way I was getting back to sleep.
Me and Batcat went back to bed but we decided on a morning movie; The Spy who dumped me.
That was my 3rd best thing and I just need to say that every time I watch Mila Kunis in a film, I fall in love with her more and more. She is a great actress and absolutely drop dead gorgeous but she plays it off with such humility. With every film her characters get better and better. Next to her was Kate Mckinnon as her best friend and What. A. Pair… It made me want to call all my best friends and go to Prague… again.
The 4th was seeing my Family and finding out more about the latest project my Dad was into.
Then taking my little Sister and my baby nephew for food.
I went to see Pet Sematary at Cinema– completely alone.
That’s right, there was nobody else in the screening with me. I was so excited.
There was a bit of an issue though. I had geared myself up for a heart attack level of scare so bad that I would be white with terror and need an ambulance before the end. I must have ‘bigged it up’ too much though.
It was nowhere as terrifying as I thought it would be. I liked the soundtrack a lot, bodies dragging themselves around on wooden floors and bones crunching underfoot in the woods. A few scenes did make me shiver but I could have just been cold.
Then for the 7th event of the day, Costa! I went with a friend and I AM SO GLAD I DID. Obviously after seeing Pet Sematary, Stephen King came up. Then naturally IT came up and my friend casually mentions a metaphor I didn’t notice when I had read the IT book before. I could not let this pass me by (more on this when I read the book). I hadn’t read IT since I was 15, so within minutes, I was furiously tapping away on Ebay.
I’m now impatiently waiting for a copy of IT to make its way to me in the post.
The 8th best thing was A Clockwork Orange at Odeon
Popcorn and Pick ‘N’ Mix.
The 10th best thing of the day though… Recliners.
That’s right, Odeon have done their cinema out in Hull and Oh My Days! There is no other way to watch a film at cinema AGAIN.
They have actual, super comfy, recliners in in some of their screens. Oh Man, Oh Mannnnn!! The comfort level was through the roof. I even saw a few people go with blankets – which I am definitely doing next time I go. I don’t think I can leave it very long either. I want to take one of those recliners home with me. It was such a premier experience. Especially seeing A Clockwork Orange on the big screen which, by the way, gets better every time I see it.
Here I am, having a catch up with myself at 2.30 in the morning, but it serves me right for having a 3-hour nap earlier.
I’m completely out of sync with my sleep this week and I’ve been unable to get back into a rhythm since my last night shift a few days ago.
If you work nights, you’ll understand the struggle of managing your day life and your night life and your social life and your health life and… I’m sure you get the picture.
So here I am, trimming and pruning the next few posts (I don’t like doing one thing at once… no, I have to do everything at the same time) while also writing this one but enough moaning about that. I only have 2 more nightshifts and 3 very long all-day shifts before it’s all over and I change jobs. I may have enjoyed most of it while it lasted (it was an interesting experience), but for so many reasons I had to give it up.
It’s been an arduous month of interviews and multi-tasking and babysitting (so much babysitting), but I’m so excited to say that I’ve found another job and I will be working days again (and no more weekends).
The photo above is an hour before I attended my final interview… er, yesterday I guess… after a night of (like the picture says) 3 hours sleep .
This has been one of the most testing months I have had in a while but I feel like it’s all been worth it even though I spent a lot of time worrying about, things that seemed to just fall into place anyway.
It could be all the sunshine & vitamin D or maybe I’m finally just crawling out from under the rock I’ve been living under, but I finally feel excited for something and it has been such a long, long time.
yes, I just nicked the title of a famous Only Fools and Horses episode.
new, welcome. If you’ve been before, then welcome back.
Big welcomes all round.
So, I’m trying this blogging thing out and I reckon one of the easiest ways to practice writing to a bunch of people is to write about the things I know.
my home town.
One of my favourite things about Hull is that if you want something to do for the day, we have a little bunch of free museums. They’re decent ones too, especially if you don’t have a lot of money.
they are no Natural History or Science Museum (like in London), but they make
for a nice wander around the city centre.
We also have the Deep, which is about £10 per person, but you only need to pay once for the whole year.
to the point, there’s a new addition to the city centre.
It’s been open a few months and if you live in Hull you may have missed it. I went with some friends and we all remembered it as the old art shop down West Street (behind Brookes and Cooplands).
It had a
door price of £11 but they were having a 2-4-1 deal and I thought that was
reasonable for something different. As it happened, we weren’t in there for
very long, so with the full price in mind, I’d think £11 was a bit steep.
experience is that you’re guided around a few rooms by different actresses in
full costume and let’s just say, it does not look like the art shop now. I
don’t want to spoil it for anyone that’s not been yet, so I won’t give away too
It looks great in there, but…
And yes, there is a but which I don’t like because it’s not like anyone heads to a day out and thinks,
‘i hope this event is a waste of my money and there’s loads wrong with it’…
on Live Experience tours before and they have blown me away and this Live
Experience had a few well executed scares. BUT –
hoping for a bit more information around the tour, a few more fact nuggets. The
stories they told us weren’t very well formed and there were a few things that just
didn’t quite make sense.
would also say things like stay away from that corner, or that some people
would be coming, but nothing would happen, or the people didn’t show up.
agreed we got the sense the actresses are only just learning their roles. It
was very amateurish and felt a bit silly. The last lady was brilliant, but we
only had her for a few minutes.
maybe the tour guides need to go see a few live tours, they need to fine tune
their scripts and work on the information they’re telling customers.
If they accept they’re not quite there yet and try and learn a more about the stories they are telling and what do’s and don’ts work in a Live Experience tour then I am sure it’ll all get much better.
Places trying to get established in Hull need our support so I definitely think everyone should give it a go, even if its to leave some feedback.
For now, though, I hope they keep that 2-4-1 offer on while they are still practicing.
It is no secret how much I love my cat family. Hugo, Patch, Jessie & Batcat.
I’m so boring when it comes to my cats and I can almost feel everyone’s eyes roll into the backs of their heads when I start to tell yet another story about them. If I work with you, if you’re my friend, neighbour or family, or a stranger in the street, you will hear me talk about at least one of my four cats during an encounter.
This one is about Patch.
I used to have a beautiful black cat called Scarlet but she took it upon herself to leave me and I never saw her again. She just never came home and since then, I have been dreading the day that I notice I’m a cat down. It may be less stressful to keep them inside, but I feel like it goes against their natural behaviour.
I mentioned a few weeks ago that my cute but scraggly Batcat, had her momentous achievement of getting into the house through the cat-flap (it had been months of trying to coax, cajole and con her through it). Since then, not only does she come in, but she goes out too; she’s a fully fledged cat-flapper-cat.
Alas, a few days after the cat-flap breakthrough, Patch decided that the day had come to put me through the same as Scarlet.
Although Patch is one of my more aloof Kitties and only comes to have the odd bit of attention when no other cat is about, I can always rely on her come meet me in the street when I home from a night-shift.
On the fateful morning of April 12th I didn’t get my usual fussy Hello. A little worried, but also aware of my tendency to over-react, I went to bed knowing I would be up in an hour or two for my new internet upgrade, and she would probably be home by then.
Less than two hours later I was awakened by my horrifcally loud door-bell and two very polite, smiling internet engineers.
“In there fellers,” I directed them to the living room at the back of the house, “help yourselves”. I stuck my head out of the front garden gate and gave a short whistle for Patch. Nope, still no sign (“don’t over-react, don’t over-react, don’t over-react”).
After a few trips in and out of the back garden, the odd whirring of drilling and stapling of wires, they were done “Bye, love” they say, and they were off.
Still, in the hours to come, there was no sign of my fur-baby Patch. Thoughts of all the horror stories I had ever heard were beginning to race through my mind and by tea-time I had resided myself to the fact that she wasn’t coming home or she was cold, injured and hiding – alone and frightened somewhere.
I went out several times into the night looking for her. Every moment that passed only convinced me more that she was gone for good.
By the next day I had over 50 shares on a Facebook post, had driven about Hull with my sister following up on any dead cat sightings people posted, and replied to several comments and messages from well wishers and cat lovers alike providing me with comforting advice (which surprisingly, actually was comforting).
"She may have been spooked and is hiding until it's safe to come back"
"She may have just gone exploring, Cats do this from time to time"
"Mine was missing a whole two weeks before she came back, I know what you're going through, try not to get too upset at this point"
Other comments included advice about when was best to go and look for her and different ways to lure her back.
The next day at work, I was worrying the whole time. It was so nice to hear from people and what their experiences had been. I was trying to convince myself that this was a normal thing that could happen and maybe I shouldn’t bee too worried at this point; it had only been a day (this was not me over-reacting by the way).
By the end of the day, one of my posts had racked up nearly 80 shares. That may not seem a big deal to some people but to me I was so grateful that there was a whole 80 people that wanted to help me out.
It was a late finish from work and it wasn’t until 11:30pm that I rocked up at home with a frog in my throat when I realised for a second day that she wasn’t home. All the comments and well wishing that had kept me calm through the day didn’t seem to mean much when I didn’t see her trot up to me in the street.
It was a little after midnight when I went back out shaking my treats, with no real expectation of seeing Patch… but who comes trotting around the corner like nothing had happened?
Of course I spent the next 20 minutes sobbing uncontrollable tears of joy and Patch did nothing but try and wriggle free wondering why I was being so clingy.
She hasn’t done it since. In fact, in the last few weeks since she has even taken to sleeping upstairs with the rest of the cat-fam. I aren’t complaining.