mardi 27 avril 2021

Time wasted

 I have no idea why I waste so much time on Facebook and Utube. I could be writing, painting or gardening. When I read my my old blogs I find them quite interesting and am pleased that I wrote so much.

After seeing David Hockney's latest project I am inspired. I really want to go to the exhibition in London and who knows after lockdown maybe even the one in Paris. I like his brilliant colours. I am moved and excited by his work. He moved to Normandy and he wanted to see the Bayeux Tapestry he bought a folding copy. I have the same one. I suppose that should say I have a similar one. So he made a similar one but of his own Breaking Spring paintings. How ingenious. I must find my one and take a photo of it. This painting is called Late Spring. This one is Yorkshire not  Normandy.



mardi 6 avril 2021

Patch's Story Part 5

Well the boxes are still here and me and the Boss continue to have our morning together time by the pond. She has her cup of tea and I have a drink out of the pond Then I sit on the seat by her side and she strokes me. 

I am not sure but I think something big is about to happen because I've heard talk of vans and dates and signings. However I don't think any of it concerns me. The Boss has made sure during all the upset and activity that I have my place in the sun.

Today seems a little different. The big baskets have appeared. The ones we get put in when we go to the vets. I am a pretty good escape artist and often get out of the box and hide in the garden. Also two large vans have arrived. The men who have brought the vans are now loading the boxes into the vans. I really can't understand what is going on. 

It is taking a long time to load the boxes even though the Bosses two best friends have arrived and are helping. Throughout the morning other people keep arriving and there seems to be a lot of hugging and crying. I can't get a handle into what is going on. My sisters and me are grabbed and taken to the loft and voila my sisters are forced into the baskets and given something to eat. Well I'm not blxxxdy well not going to be caught and I run like hell down stairs and out through the conservatory door and into the garden. I find a place from where I can observe but can't be seen.

I don't believe it. They have put my settee in a van. In fact they have put nearly all the furniture into the vans. Oh no, now the two cat baskets are going in too. I tried to get back in to the house via  the cat flap but there is no cat flap now and the hole has a piece of wood across it so I can't get into the house and all the doors are closed. So I return to my position of observation.

No,no,no, she can't get in the van. The Boss is in a van and the two vans drive away. Surely she'll come back.

It's been two days now and I can't get into the house but the French woman has put a box and a blanket in the greenhouse. I suppose that's for me. She keeps calling my name but I never have anything to do with any other human except my Boss. She tries to coax me with food and puts a bowl of water down. I wait until she's gone before I try the food.

I have no idea how long it has been but I know the Boss will come back. She loves this house and the garden She created the garden you know. It was just a field when she came here 16 years ago. She wouldn't just leave it and she wouldn't leave me. 

I suppose I shall just have to be patient and wait.