Sometimes I think my mind lives somewhere else or at the very least takes day trips occasionally. 

Or as I’ve mentioned before the numskulls have been in action.

With the coughs and colds still not subsiding in our household I decided to buy some fresh tonic for us and the children.  A favourite of ours is the Minadex orange flavoured tonic.  

I did have some in the house, but it tends to go off quite quickly if you don’t follow the storage instructions, namely, in a cool place out of direct sunlight.  So the bathroom shelf by the window is not really the best place for it or the cupboard in the kitchen that the kettle is directly under. 

Okay lesson learnt.

So I bought the bottle from a localish chemist, got home and promptly dropped the bag with the tonic in onto our driveway. 

My mind told me to just pick it up, don’t bother checking if it’s in a glass or plastic bottle (which I really should know by now) and put it in the hall with the coats you’ve just carried in.  Then my mind says "leave it for 15 minutes before thinking about it again".

So I did. 

I called my son to have a spoonful, picked it up and guess what, it is in a glass bottle, which had smashed to pieces leaking all over the hall carpet.  Not only that my mind said "don’t worry, pick it up, even though it’s dripping and take it in the kitchen".  So I did and left a trail all through the house and over my kitchen floor, which I had only mopped yesterday!

My mind then chose to direct me to ‘take a look’ at the bottle because it might be salvagable (is that even a proper word?).  Nooooo.  I think not!

I had to go back to the chemist and buy some more and at nearly £5 a bottle, it’s turned out to be an expensive tonic.  We’d better be jumping with fitness at the weekend.

Oh yes and the furry smackers? 

My next door neighbour has a cat who always comes to greet me when I come out of the house, get out of the car or basically any time he sees me.  I think most of the time he is cold and just looking for some affection.

I decided to tidy up the front of our house yesterday as there were parts of a newspaper floating around along with a collection of leaves.  My neighbours drive is slightly higher than ours so when I’m sweeping I push it against her wall to help me pick it all up.

Her cat came over for a bit of fuss, so I stopped what I was doing and using both hands stroked the cat along it’s back.  It started purring with contentment.

I then stopped, bent down to pick up the leaves by the wall and at that point I was face to face with the cat.  All of a sudden out of nowhere this paw smacked me across my face!

I was a little stunned, although he didn’t use his claws and when I looked up the expression on the cat’s face was really strange.  It was a mixture of "ooh sorry, I didn’t mean to do that" coupled with "why have you stopped stroking me and carry on".

I think he was just very cold even though he is able to shelter, so when I stroked him again, he softened and purred even louder.

Being the softie I am, I forgave him . . . . this time!