Because
of Ferretfingers’ aural hypersensitivity (particularly when it comes to music)
I mostly watch television wearing cordless headphones. They also help drown out his incessant
humming and make following dialogue a lot easier.
Last
night I sat, headphones on, watching Notorious* on the Tivobox, trying to knit
in a puddle of light from the ‘daylight’ standard lamp Fester bought me for my
last birthday.
It was daylight
when I started, and I hadn’t moved since sunset so the curtains were open well
after dark or 10pm.
Suddenly Ferretfingers
says "knock on the door!"
I stand
up and peer out of the front bay window; seeing through the gloom not helped by
the fact my eyes hadn’t adjusted from the light.
I think I
can see a small ghostly figure on the front path, but not sure, so take off
headphones, go to the door and find Ernextdoor with a woman I've never seen
before.
Ernextdoor
in pyjamas and possibly drink.
Woman is
her cousin from Kent who can't work her front door: it’s one of those ones
where you have to lift the handle up before/after you insert/turn the key.
So if she
has trouble getting in can she knock on my door for assistance?
Certainly,
together we shall be able to bugger it up completely.
Whilst
this conversation is going on Teddy the Ginger Git cat takes the opportunity to
slip out.
Thunderthighs
notices (how? radar? instinct?) and comes avalanching down from the loft to get
him in.
Also in
pyjamas but barefoot so can't walk on the gravel drive.
So
there's four of us cat herding and the cat going up and down the drive, over
the fence into the front garden - where Thunderthighs finally captures him and
takes him in the house.
Ernextdoor and
cousin return to her house and we all go
in.
Thunderthighs
"You will remember to shut the kitchen door when you go snail hunting
won't you."
I
reassure him I will.
All
returns to what passes for normal.
*Cary Grant, Ingrid Bergman and Claude Rains in black and white
and with overtones of promiscuity you don’t expect from 1946.
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