Here’s my entry for Tara’s Gallery at Sticky Fingers- head over there and have a look around at the other entries!
Are words really necessary here?
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Joe runs an IT consultancy and support company. He is “needed” every single hour of every single day of every single week of the year- if something goes balls-up, he needs to be on site to fix it. If, say, a client’s employee’s work mobile (which he provides) has no signal in their flat so they can’t work at home, and it hasn’t been a problem for the eighteen months they’ve had the phone, it suddenly becomes a problem when he decides to try to have a week out-of-office.
We don’t have holidays.
However, once a year we host a weekend barbecue, where similarly holiday-less people who tend to work in IT come and let off some steam. This usually involves axes, and fire, and other general computer-destroying activities, and makes everybody feel better about the recalcitrant hardware, software and people they tend to work with. (I’m glad I’m out of the tech field!)
Anyway, it usually results in things like this.
(Yep, that used to be a printer!)
Bring on next year! And hopefully we’ll get to go abroad between now and then…
This is my entry for Tara’s Gallery. Head over there and have a look at the other entries!
A year ago on Sunday, Eric came home.
In that year, he’s morphed from a tiny ginger scrap to a rather large, leggy ginger tomcat. He has an appetite to rival David’s during a growth spurt, and will eat us out of house and home if we’re not careful. (THREE fish fillets. Yes, three. One for each cat, or so I thought…) He and our other cats, Snowball and Wily, are now on speaking terms: Snowball and Wily are brother and sister, and still dislike each other, so it’s nothing short of a miracle.
He’s the fluffiest, fuzziest, most affectionate cat you could ever meet. He loves David. If they’re both playing in the garden Eric will bound over to David, roll over, and purr whilst David strokes him. He makes friends with every visitor, if only because they might have a treat hidden somewhere about their person, and treats are an opportunity not to be missed!
When he was tiny, he slept in a pouch sling near my chest, before he graduated onto sleeping wrapped around my shoulders. When the weather’s cooler, he’ll still quite happily come and snuggle in the sling.
He’s a proficient mouser. We find presents from him regularly. He is, however, terrible at catching birds: he runs up to them miaowing at the top of his voice with excitement.
He’s added so much to our family. He brings such joy to all of us, especially David. I can’t imagine being without him.
If you love Eric almost as much as I do, he now has an appreciation society all of his own! Come and join in…