A Fairly Comprehensive Update
I haven't posted properly in forever, so here's an update; neatly divided into themed cuts. Read the whole lot, or just pick what interests you. When did I get so user friendly?
New Found Love
Yes, The Boy. I haven't said much about him on here, and it's high time I did. Being with him has made me the sort of happy I can barely remember being. These last few weekends have been some of the happiest ever, despite not being able to bring him back here. It's strange and wonderful to have someone who's always there in my mind all the time, someone I miss when I wake up without him and someone who makes my head spin every time we meet up again. It's horribly tacky I know, but it's true so you'll have to forgive me.
He has a motorbike and chews liquorice root. He has gorgeous long hair, I mean eye-poppingly silky. He and I agree on so many thoughts and issues it's almost suspicious. We can spend our time talking about the failures of mankind or the merits or otherwise of military spending, or watching Family Guy and laughing at fart jokes. His dog makes me not so scared of big dogs. He eats my crusts for me when we have toast. He listens to my nonsensicle wafflings and feeds me rambles of his own. He forgives me for always wanting the heating on and not letting him overtake when I'm on the back of the bike, and I forgive him for trying to make me watch Arnold Schwarzenegger movies and drawing silly faces on my tummy.
We're good together.
I'm very, very happy.
House Hunting
The House has decided to go our separate ways come July, we'll definitely end up being better friends if we aren't living on top of one another all the time. It's tough to have a "housemate" relationship as well as a "friend" relationship with people, no matter how much you love them. I think possibly it's easier if you barely know your housemates. Anyway, the outcome of this is that I'm looking for a 1 bedroom place of my own for next year. I think I'm much better suited to living on my own, as much as I love having company (and people to rat-sit occasionally) one thing I miss from last year is solitude, the ability to do whatever I want, whenever I want, anywhere in the house without thinking about it. Sometimes I just want a bit of recluse-time.
I'm actually really pathetically excited about house-hunting again, I love change, even if it unnerves me a little at first. I can't wait to start all over again with nailing fabric to the walls, rearranging furniture, putting my mark on a house. It's going to be a HELLUVA lot more expensive living alone, but hopefully I'll find a fulltime job soon and I might even be eligible for housing benefit (mmm, spongey spongey sponge) so it should be managable. Bumping the price up again is the fact that I need a separate bedroom and living room for the house, I need the space for all my sewing paraphernalia and of course for the rats. I'm hoping I can persuade the rats to bond with each other better so they can live together in one cage, as that will free up a LOT of space. I also need to have a smoking room and a non-smoking room, because I'm damned if I'm going to stand outside to get my nicotine, but I don't want to smoke in the same room as the rats, because of their sensitive little noses. Before anyone says anything, I'm aware of the irony in the fact that it's bad for me too, but for me it's an informed choice to accept the risks of smoking, but the rats don't have a choice so I can't impose smoke on them. Would also be good to keep fabric and corsetry bits away from smoke, to keep them smelling sweet :D lol
Poorly Rat
Shenley has been under-the-weather for a few weeks now, he's all bog-brushed up, has porphyrin staining around his eyes and is refusing dog biscuits. We've been to the vet, she has no idea what's wrong with him but we've got a course of antibiotics. He's been on them for almost a week, and hasn't shown any improvement. I know it sounds a bit hippy-dippy to say you get "vibes" off an animal, but so often I find I know what the rats are thinking or what they want as if they're sending me messages. And I think Shenley's number is almost up. He's tired. Just constantly tired. He's had snuffles and illnesses before, but he doesn't seem to be putting any effort into fighting this one. I'm really, really sad because he's a beautiful rat and we've bonded so nicely, but I think he's decided he's had enough and is on the way out. Of course he might surprise me and suddenly pull himself together, but I think he's trying to break it to me gently that he won't be around for long. I'll have to make sure he gets more than his fair share of scritches and cuddles. I hope he dies naturally at home, I don't think I could take having to deal with the vet again. I'm still so angry at the way she dealt with Vince being PTS, I'd have to have an argument with her about letting me be in the room.
New Found Love
Yes, The Boy. I haven't said much about him on here, and it's high time I did. Being with him has made me the sort of happy I can barely remember being. These last few weekends have been some of the happiest ever, despite not being able to bring him back here. It's strange and wonderful to have someone who's always there in my mind all the time, someone I miss when I wake up without him and someone who makes my head spin every time we meet up again. It's horribly tacky I know, but it's true so you'll have to forgive me.
He has a motorbike and chews liquorice root. He has gorgeous long hair, I mean eye-poppingly silky. He and I agree on so many thoughts and issues it's almost suspicious. We can spend our time talking about the failures of mankind or the merits or otherwise of military spending, or watching Family Guy and laughing at fart jokes. His dog makes me not so scared of big dogs. He eats my crusts for me when we have toast. He listens to my nonsensicle wafflings and feeds me rambles of his own. He forgives me for always wanting the heating on and not letting him overtake when I'm on the back of the bike, and I forgive him for trying to make me watch Arnold Schwarzenegger movies and drawing silly faces on my tummy.
We're good together.
I'm very, very happy.
House Hunting
The House has decided to go our separate ways come July, we'll definitely end up being better friends if we aren't living on top of one another all the time. It's tough to have a "housemate" relationship as well as a "friend" relationship with people, no matter how much you love them. I think possibly it's easier if you barely know your housemates. Anyway, the outcome of this is that I'm looking for a 1 bedroom place of my own for next year. I think I'm much better suited to living on my own, as much as I love having company (and people to rat-sit occasionally) one thing I miss from last year is solitude, the ability to do whatever I want, whenever I want, anywhere in the house without thinking about it. Sometimes I just want a bit of recluse-time.
I'm actually really pathetically excited about house-hunting again, I love change, even if it unnerves me a little at first. I can't wait to start all over again with nailing fabric to the walls, rearranging furniture, putting my mark on a house. It's going to be a HELLUVA lot more expensive living alone, but hopefully I'll find a fulltime job soon and I might even be eligible for housing benefit (mmm, spongey spongey sponge) so it should be managable. Bumping the price up again is the fact that I need a separate bedroom and living room for the house, I need the space for all my sewing paraphernalia and of course for the rats. I'm hoping I can persuade the rats to bond with each other better so they can live together in one cage, as that will free up a LOT of space. I also need to have a smoking room and a non-smoking room, because I'm damned if I'm going to stand outside to get my nicotine, but I don't want to smoke in the same room as the rats, because of their sensitive little noses. Before anyone says anything, I'm aware of the irony in the fact that it's bad for me too, but for me it's an informed choice to accept the risks of smoking, but the rats don't have a choice so I can't impose smoke on them. Would also be good to keep fabric and corsetry bits away from smoke, to keep them smelling sweet :D lol
Poorly Rat
Shenley has been under-the-weather for a few weeks now, he's all bog-brushed up, has porphyrin staining around his eyes and is refusing dog biscuits. We've been to the vet, she has no idea what's wrong with him but we've got a course of antibiotics. He's been on them for almost a week, and hasn't shown any improvement. I know it sounds a bit hippy-dippy to say you get "vibes" off an animal, but so often I find I know what the rats are thinking or what they want as if they're sending me messages. And I think Shenley's number is almost up. He's tired. Just constantly tired. He's had snuffles and illnesses before, but he doesn't seem to be putting any effort into fighting this one. I'm really, really sad because he's a beautiful rat and we've bonded so nicely, but I think he's decided he's had enough and is on the way out. Of course he might surprise me and suddenly pull himself together, but I think he's trying to break it to me gently that he won't be around for long. I'll have to make sure he gets more than his fair share of scritches and cuddles. I hope he dies naturally at home, I don't think I could take having to deal with the vet again. I'm still so angry at the way she dealt with Vince being PTS, I'd have to have an argument with her about letting me be in the room.