The End is Nigh...Sandwich Board Optional

I thought it would never happen, but on Sunday my cat Willow died. My parents chose to tell me this at lunch on Monday. I was having a bad week to begin with. As follows:

Bea: Thanks for having lunch with me guys. Your support is really great (still wondering why SO much support)

Mum: There's something we have to tell you. We've lost the cat.

Bea: I'm sure it will turn up (juice arrives)

Mum: She's...in the garden

Bea: Well, she's not lost then is she? (looking for imported Vogue)

Mum: She's...gone to sleep

Bea: I'm not sure I need an hourly cat bulletin

Dad: Look, the cat's dead alright!

Bea: ...


They really have a way with euphemism. Bless them.

RIP Willow- good job on making it to 17

Anyone?

I'm quite upset with myself for my complete slackness. And with the end of the year drawing near, it's time to think that I've kept this record for almost two years. Which is a reason to keep going. But I've got SIX months to catch up on. Time for bullet points:

1. Quay Street is going and going. Number 7 tonight. Very exciting.

2. I moved twice. Once to a temporary apartment in Parnell which was being renovated and was total hell, and then to my present wonderful flat in Arch Hill with Olly.

3. Have already been through one flatmate there- the sadly missed Julia. She has been replaced by Emily, which is brilliant.

4. Work is busy...I now production manage lots of things. Eek.

5. Writing has been busy. Eek.

6. My parents have sold their companies and gone slightly mad. As far as I can tell they are sitting at home with their new coffee machine.

7. New Years is coming! And we're putting on a party. Fun fun.

Looking at this list, it's blatantly clear to me the biggest change of the last six months. And it's not a good one. Everything has been very rosy, except that Hannah has moved to Paris. Which is amazing, and her stories and photos are wonderful. But I miss her a lot, and definitely feel the void, because as Olly said "she really tied the room together".