I hate the wind. It is by far my least favourite weather front. What is very odd is the wind seems to arrive at almost the exact same time every day, about 3 until 7pm i have to pull the sun canopy in take my nice new panels off. It comes from nowhere and blows an absolute hooly and then dies off almost instantly. It is so weird. Looking at the weather is due to be like this for the next 4 or 5 days which is really annoying. SO first thing when i wake now is feed Boris the cat and then put the sun canopy out and put the panels on and put the full water bottles down as anchors, all of that knowing that in the next few hours I will be taking it all down again.
I have found it strange that i have somehow inherited a cat. I am absolutely not a cat person i am all dogs me, but this cat has got something about it. His coat is lovely and grey and he is a healthy looking cat. I always go on about saving money and being thrifty but i someone end up making sure we have cat food and cat biscuits. We had an incident at 4am in the morning with an intruder in the camper. I was certain i could hear something under the bed, so i got up and shone a torch there and couldn’t see anything. Off i popped to the toilet and when i came Lisa said to me “there is definitely something under the bed”. But once again i shone my torch there and couldn’t see anything but then i thought about checking beyond the bed there is a 12inch gap between the boot door and the top of the bed where our dry robes live. We prized them open with our fly whacked that has a back scratching on it (don’t ask) and low and behold there was Boris lying sprawled out on the Dry Robe. I had to lure him out with food the swine.
We went to the pharmacy a couple of days ago after he had snook in to the camper and got some flea treatment. I wish i wasn’t shy or easily embarrassed because when she told me the price if i had a pair i would have put them back down. Jesus, they came to 300dah which is £24 and i never knew that was how much that stuff cost. But only the best for my Boris, well not my Boris, the wild Boris, the stray cat that stays on our campsite. I don’t know how he has done but he has wormed his way into my heart and i will be gutted leaving him behind. He obviously had a bit of a tough start because he wont let people stroke him but he is becoming more tame, like when i am preparing his food he is purring and rubbing against my ancles. So he is getting there.
Boris sounds lovely. And it sounds very much like Boris as chosing you to be his family.
Love hearing what places you’ve been visiting.