Today has been another day of exquisite promise for my partner. She had to telephone one of her friends about her play this morning. He wasn't there, but by a most happy coincidence she found herself speaking instead with BC! He was very jovial and friendly and he said that he will invite my partner to his birthday celebrations in a couple of weeks. Privately, I expect he might forget, but my partner is enjoying the flushes of hope long-thought extinguished. It is nice to see her eyes sparkling again, even if it might only be for a short while.
My estate has been a little quiet of late, what with the hedgehog hibernating and the seeming disappearance of the New Cat (my partner says she saw him recently, so he isn't totally gone - he's probably too weedy to be out during the winter) but I was startled this evening to find that an old friend had come a-calling. For a long while, there was an affable fat toad living in the garden. He'd made his home in a damp place where my partner's mother stores her compost and gardening tools. Being an inoffensive and respectful lad, he and I had always got on well, but I assumed that he'd moved on in recent months. Earlier this evening, I had to visit the garden to download some urgent weemails. As the jet began to flow, I heard a cough and "I say, old boy, do you mind...?" I looked down and, sure enough, there was my little batrachian friend, now liberally sprayed with pee-wee. I apologised profusley and helped to dry him off. Apparently he'd been visiting some of his lady-friends down by the river. Well, I was pleased to see him back and gave a wag of my tail as he meandered back to his usual stall. He didn't seem too put out by his unexpected ammonia-infused shower. Ah well, it's a good source of nitrogen, I suppose.
But now - the pre-Christmas fog has completely lifted, the new year travel backlog has been cleared, so once again we set off together: Around the World with Jasper - Part 4: