I finished reading Kate Atkinson's "When Will There Be Good News" which I found very dark and funny despite it being full of bad news, mostly death. Its actually a bit of a thriller.
Wednesday evening a bunch of us went along to support Paul (John's son) who has written the music for a play and was in charge of the sound board. Called 'Post Gay', it was on at Galatos - a small backstreet venue that I last went to about 5 years ago to see Linton Kwesi Johnson the reggae poet (he of 'Inglan is a Bitch' and other memorable verses).
Post Gay is only on for a short run as part of the Auckland Fringe Festival. The music was great and the play was OK although the plot, about a gay guy living with a straight girl and looking for love online (not just sex) was a bit weak and slow in parts. The only nudity was projected onto the rear canvas which was meant to be his laptop screen while the actors stayed mostly dressed to the disappointment of some of us.
Then yesterday, there was another commotion caused by the (same) two dogs invading our property, running amok and chasing the cats. By bedtime we had recovered 2 of our 3 pets. Micky was nowhere to be seen, despite several hours searching and calling for him until well after dark. It was a rainy windy night and we were very worried for him.
A sleepless night followed and he had still not appeared this morning. Fearing the worst, after what happened to Zappa, we went out at 8am for another search. This time we heard him whining and spotted him up high - nearly at the top of an 8m tall tree. The ladder wouldn't reach but luckily as John went up Micky started to descend until his paws reached John's shoulders and he could be lifted to safety. Looking wary and bedraggled he scoffed down a double portion of Jimbos and spent most of the day dozing on his saviour's lap.
Much joy ensued. Relief all around. But also anger at whoever is still letting their large dogs run around off leash.
This afternoon spent nursing my cold, ringing around for roofing quotes, watching 'The IT Crowd' on DVD and baking a sultana, date and apple cake.
Micky sleeping before the night up a tree ordeal...
And impersonating a keyboard armrest this afternoon...
1 comment:
Please give Micky an extra portion of cuddles from all of us! He must have spent the night on that tree!
Photograph the dogs on your property and dob them in! Some people just don't feel responsible for their pets, children, perhaps even for themselves! I am fuming myself for that same reason - Aussie got attacked by a husky and badly bruised and shaken like a rug. The dog is aggressive but NO muzzle!
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