I was enjoying being in a stinker of a mood yesterday so when I stopped at the shops for yoghurt and rice crackers, I decided to go mental and get a packet of Mint Slices as well. Then, as luck would have it, Quirkie asked if I was receiving visitors and I said, "Yes! Come over! I've got Mint Slices!" She was round in a flash and we spent a very pleasant couple of hours screeching and gossiping. Her four older children were all out living their lives, leaving her with just a baby and an empty house and an encroaching sense of loneliness, and I was cranky so we were the perfect antidote for each other.
But the best part of her whole visit was when she walked in the front door and I said, "Sorry the house is such a pigsty," (as I idly kicked a little pile of dirty - but not soiled - undies out of view), and she looked around and said, "That's cute."
"That you think this is a pigsty."
Well, we may only be one human and two cats but we have let our standards slip shockingly. Shockingly.