Caturday is jobs day. That means wake my mum up when the alarm goes off, so that she can read her book and then fall asleep again for a little lie in. Then I had to snoopervise the removal of the sheets and clothes into the washing machine and drier.
I had to have a little cat nip while mum went to the fruit and veg market, and then helped her in the garden. She went out for dinner with a bestie, which was ok, they felt brave and tried somewhere new, but found it a bit pricey and the food was only so, so. They wanted to watch the rugby, but wanted somewhere they could sit down and watch, and luckily the place they went to had nice leather couches available in front of the fire and big screen tv.
The All Blacks were this week playing South Africa in Dunedin, and the All Blacks won - luckily. That made mum and the rest of the pub very pleased, and mum and her bestie were able to leave and be home at a respectable time of 9.45pm. Time to watch a bit of Antiques Roadshow, then mum will help me put the bed together and we can have lights out by 11pm.
Mum says that middle aged life is a busy one. What would I know - I am only five years old.