The first of Louis Catorze’s birthday flotilla parties took place on Saturday. Sadly, having worn himself out from screaming all morning, the birthday boy let us down by sleeping through most of it, and his guests barely saw him.
Although it wasn’t blazing sunshine by any means, we were still able to sit outside for a few precious hours.
When the outdoor sofa is deployed, we know that CST – Catorzian Summer Time – is here. The little sod LOVES the outdoor sofa. However, should anyone join him on it, he’s an absolute pest. For the two hours that I last attempted to sit and read on the outdoor sofa, I was subjected to the following:
- Headbutting and nuzzling of my book
- Chewing of the ribbon bookmark
- Clawing of my arms
- Whining like a dying dog … oh dear God, the whining …
As a result I managed to read a grand total of four (4) pages of my book. Yes, in two hours. And, naturellement, when I put the book down, Catorze decided that he no longer wanted my attention.
We have another [checks notes] three months of this. I’m not sure how we will cope, although at least we will be away for two weeks of it.
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