26/7/23

The fella has gone home again, and the house is quiet. All is well as it's his golfing day. The mistress says, never take a man away from his golf. She fired up the oven and made Macaroni cheese for some friends who were shifting. Then she buzzed off out, to lunch with a special friend. I believe they went up the Cashmere hill, for the view on a sunny day, and of course no idea as to how long she would be.

So, we had a good yack while she was out. We are still trying to understand humans. I got some books out and looked up various topics. Oh, my goodness, it is a problem as to where to start. One fella really was bored and wanted to play with the ping pong balls. He got another fella to play so we left them to it. Then of course we had balls flying in all directions. The rest of us headed into her bedroom so we could keep an eye on the car returning. One chap mucked up the bed cover and very quickly tried to fix it and hoping the mistress didn't notice anything. 

While in her room we noticed a huge stack of books. I wonder when we will see her reading. The mistress doesn't appear to sit still long enough these days. She announced that it is for when she has some spare time and seeing, better. Huh, how come, it appears she is waiting on an important eye specialist appointment. Sounds dodgy to me. 

Thought for the day. 

You either get bitter or you get better.

It's that simple. 

You either take what has been dealt to you, 

and allow it to make you a better person, or

you allow it to tear you down.

The choice does not belong to fate,

it belongs to you.