Trapped with no car and no chocolate. This is serious.

Don’t mind me. I’m just snogging Jack. (I’m actually quite drunk).

I think I would like some chicken soup and dumplings please…

Grand Champion Gorgeous Boy.

Out for the count.

Play?

Interview with a catto. 😻

What have you been up to little monkey? (Mainly zooming around causing mischief with a silver crinkle ball).

Now Jack. Can we make an agreement that you don’t start digging up the litter tray tonight the moment I turn off the light? I know you like digging. I know it makes you happy. But not at 12am thank you. And definitely no number twos! (Small eco house = lots of stink) 🤢😳🥴😷

Yep. Still got it.

He’s got such a booper ❤️

Sometimes all it takes is a half hour, some favourite tunes, and a bit of booty shaking to make me remember my shine again.

He’s a top lad is our Jack. He’s been through it in his life. After four days he’s finally trusting me, finally not scooting away like a ninja into the shadows. He loves hanging out, watching. I’m about to dance. I wonder what he’ll make of that. 💃🤞🎊

Sleepy loves.

Just discovered eggnog. Oh my. Liquid cake.

And stretch.

Excited catto alert.

Funny comparison. Our whole life is in our car. And it looks like a toy next to that beast.

Playtime.

I love welcoming housesits. These hosts made us feel so at ease last night. We were greeted warmly from the moment we arrived. The hugs, food and drinks flowed. So much so I have a bit of a woozy head this morn. 🙃 I ❤️ this black monkey panther too. 😻 She’s a cheeky scamp.

And Delilah.

Meet Jack.

It was 8pm, on a Sunday and we were driving to Gloucester. To an Airbnb for a few nights in between sits. It was going to be amazing, relaxing, peaceful. Then we found out the host was unorganised, unreachable and the lock box code wasn’t included in the check in instructions. We had nowhere to stay and were dazed and confused having just moved out of our last sit several counties away. We were in limbo. Then our booking was cancelled. We were stranded in a service station carpark wondering what to do.

After extra cold sushi and pesto pasta (great combo 🤔) we decided to drive two hours further south to Devon and sleep on my mum’s couch. We arrived at her noisy and somewhat chaotic household and crashed out. Thank you mum.

It just so happened that the next day she was going to view a flat. She’s downsizing and moving. So we went with her. I’m glad we did. I’m sure she would have bought it. Being quite a vulnerable soul. It wasn’t good enough for her. She knew it. Too many compromises.

I realised how much I wanted to look after her. To give her the best life in her later years. I wanted to protect her. She said she didn’t want to bother me. That sometimes she thought I didn’t want her around. That cut me. It’s been hard over the years, but the tears of love that rolled down my face after those words hit me showed me I wanted her around more. I didn’t want to be able to count on my fingers how many times I’d see her before she died. She drives me crazy but she’s my mum. And all of a sudden we were looking at bungalows for her in Scotland. 🙃

Because that’s the big news I want to share.

We’re moving to Scotland! 🥳

And now my mum’s coming too. 🎊🎊🎊

The time frame’s tight. The race is on. Come February the logistical nightmare…ehem….adventure begins. Along with the search for two properties. 🤪 Whoop whoop! We’re all excited.

And what’s mad (and another reality) is if the Gloucester Airbnb had worked out, we wouldn’t have stayed at mum’s and gone to see the flat. So she may have bought it and stayed in Devon and our futures would be very different. Apart. And a long way from eachother.

Seeing the dots connect is magical and comforting. Things that may seem annoying and inconvenient at the time, may just end up being pathways to your new and improved future.