The 24th and 25th; I must not cry.
The 24th of November. Another early start, but I can sleep in tomorrow. To combat my tiredness, I had three coffees before lunchtime, but that means I am very yawny now.
The food show didn't open until ten, when normally it starts at half nine, so when we arrived, everybody was still queuing to get in. I managed to get through the crowd, avoiding the stand where they were selling show guides, and chose to instead drive up and down all the aisles and see where I wanted to purchase things from. I stopped at Fudge Kitchen, because once it gets busy they're impossible to get to, so I bought some drinking fudge and we had a lovely chat about GameBoys and hen dos. I went round all the drinks but bought none because I don't want vodka that tastes like toffee. Bleah. I did as I always do, buying four brownies and a corker from The Brownie Bar, and at Gower Cottage I got a brownie, plus jars of brownie and blondie butter. Very excited about them. I also got a muffin from the Merangz people (disappointing) and a BBQ pork sausage roll for lunch. There was a stand of vegan chocolates and it was nice chocolate (I tried some) so I bought some for Lauren, and then I was pretty much done! We were home by half one.
This afternoon, I had some more CP admin to do (apparently there is not normally so much back and forth with people but I have really been thrown in at the deep end) and now I am waiting for a lady and her daughter to come and see Ava and Amira. Hoping they can get through the Boldmere Christmas Extravaganza traffic.
The 25th of November.
One kitten down, two to go. I'm taking the gap between adoptions to do this.
I got to sleep in until a vastly preferable nine o'clock this morning, and I was glad I didn't have to do any blog typing up because I had to fill in all the paperwork for this evening's adoptions. Three lots of PetPlan forms takes time. Plus I managed to buy a couple of Black Friday sale items for Christmas. Well, one thing for a present, one thing for me. I have not been an organised as usual - need to get going.
After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It's alright. I mean it's very well made and all looks impressive, but the story is crap. So thin. The amount of non-white characters can be counted on one hand. I don't know why Johnny Depp was there. How they can stretch this out into five films I have no fucking clue.
We got home with about ten minutes to spare before Stephen came for Archie. He was very good about getting into the carrier (Archie, not Stephen) and I really think he will be happy in his new home. He will be loved a lot.
I think I will be most sad to say goodbye to Ava. She is just lovely and I love her. I must not cry.