so it goes.

16 Dec

  • 2024

    Mrs Basil was very confused that I had no plans for my day off. Not that I wasn’t going to be doing taxing but that I didn’t even have a plan of what non-taxing things I’d do. It didn’t compute. I did end up going to the pub to ask if Mrs Basil could bring a film crew there on Thursday. As chores go, it’s not so bad.

17 Dec

  • 2024

    My second and final “do fuck all” day. This time I wasn’t sent on an errand. Mostly read the internet and watched TV. Walked the dog after she returned home with Mrs Basil, apparently she’s been clingy all day.

18 Dec

  • 2024

    A day with the dog. There’s something up with her. Being super clingy. Climbing on me when I’m on the sofa, trying to sit on my neck. As if she’s scared of something. Physically everything seems fine.. Mrs Basil said she was the same at the office yesterday.