They equal more attention! And I do love attention!
They also bring goodies with them:
Bonjour! T's Mum came to stay for twelve days the other day. I used to be wary of any guests we had, hissing at them and then not sleeping at all that first night as I sat on guard making sure they didn't come and attack T and R in the darkness. But I am slowly coming to realise guests are a good thing.
They equal more attention! And I do love attention! They also bring goodies with them: We have been in Montreal a whole year. In many aspects it seems like a lifetime ago since we left Munich, but then on the flip side, Montreal still feels so new, and so unknown. I miss Munich a great deal.
It was the place I think I have felt safest. And the ME really behaved itself when we were there the first time especially, so I am sure that fact alone is a big contributor to the Bavarian city having such a special place in my heart, as well as it being the first place we lived outside of England. It nurtured us through all the craziness of not speaking the language, not knowing a soul in the country, the tastes, etiquette, our initial break away from the safety net of the country we grew up in. Hello! The observant amongst you may notice I have a battle scar on my nose.
I know! Poor me! I was only wanting to play! R and T say it will teach me for sticking my nose in where it isn't wanted. I think that's a bit harsh, I mean surely everyone wants me, Albie, to stick my nose in their face?? Fall - Autumn - is in the air.
Summer has tried it's best to hang on, and hasn't given up without a fight, interspersing the cooling days with spells of intense humidity. The first day which was tinged with Fall directed thoughts toward wrapping up in layers of clothes, being able to hide under the duvet at night rather than failing to sleep because of the heat, roasted squash and warming soups. It also bought the thought that winter is just around the corner... Hiya! Were you worried with all the talk of tomatoes on toast that I would not be posting? Of course I would be!
R is still cooped up in the spare room, papers lying about all over the room (not fair - I get told off when I put paper all over the place), staring into that weird machine (I do like to sit on the said machine though, as it's a heated sleeping place!) So, I have been put back to work. Again! We have a favourite coffee shop which we must have walked to a dozen or so times in the past ten months since discovering the place. It takes the same length of time, roughly forty minutes, to get there, whatever the season. In winter it is a quick march, a mission to make it before our fingers and toes go numb, but the brisk pace is hindered by the ice and snow which cause every step we take forward to then slide half a step back. In spring, the warm sun on our backs has meant a more leisurely pace. In summer, during those incredibly muggy days, the humidity pressing like a heavy weight on us has slowed our stride right down.
In winter, we tend to stick to the same routes; dictated by the cleared paths and gritted pavements/sidewalks. The lack of snow and ice outside of this season means there is opportunity to try another route. We did just this last weekend; breaking off from tradition and veering a different way. The majority of the streets in the city lie in a grid pattern, meaning there are numerous variations of routes to get from a to b. (However, this means something once found can soon be lost in the labyrinth of straight streets, such as a deli/cafe we saw when we were driving around, very lost, in the snow - we have tried to retrace our steps but with no luck. so far...) Walking along we passed a non-descript looking corner grocery store, one of the numerous ones dotted around. This one was different though. As we walked past the window, T stopped dead in his tracks. "Are they "..."?" They were indeed... Hello! As you may have guessed, R is still editing her book (between you and me I think it would be a whole lot quicker if she completely rewrote it...). She apologizes by the way for her lack of posts, but I told her not to be so silly; I mean, reading about handbags, or looking at photos of me and reading all about me - that's a no-brainer!! Of course you want the latter!
T is at work for hours and hours - it was seventeen the other day! Beats me why would he want to be away from me for so long?! When he gets up at 5am I stay on the bed with R - she has many a strange idea, but getting up in the middle of the night is thankfully not one of them. I am not really an avid shopper. I occasionally have a day when I come home from the shops with a garment or two, but for the most part I would prefer to put my energy towards cycling, going for a walk, you get the picture...
There is one shop/concession in a department store I can never walk past however: my weakness, is for Radley handbags. |
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