Out Of The Closet

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

I called my dad at 4am this morning. He was in extremely good spirits, and although I suspect some of that was for my benefit, I still feel better. 

He says he still feels in good health and is determined to beat the colon cancer. He told me he's wanting to go to the Philippines in 2023 and he's planning to stop by Paraparaumu on his way home. 

We talked for ages actually and laughed a lot. I felt really good when I hung up the phone. I did have to have a big nap afterward though.

When I woke up, Caro was being very busy indeed. I've told you before how she has now moved into the spare bedroom because of A CAT. 

The fact that this makes complete sense to me should tell you something about us both. 

The problem is that all my clothes are in that room and I don't like to wake Caro when I get up for work in the morning. So today we did the grand swap of my clothes to the upstairs bedroom. And because Caro is organised she also wanted to go through all my clothes to determine if they were to go in the bin, to the charity shop, in the "aspirational clothes" pile or back in the wardrobe. 

It was a lot of work for her. Also for me. Basically, I spent the afternoon trying on clothes to see if they still fit. It was like playing "Overweight Middle-Aged Man Fashion Parade" or "Find Those Moobs"* for an afternoon.

The day went by too fast. By the time we were finished it was early evening. We were both exhausted. Caro thanked me for not being a dick about it** and I thanked her for putting up with me when I am.

Now it is the evening proper. We are now into our usual routine of hedgehogs and cats and telly. 

It has been a strange day, but a good day. I feel like things are better now than they were at 4am. 

S.

* It is not a difficult game.

** I HATE trying on clothes. Especially when every pair of trousers is a reminder of the KFC I had on Wednesday night. So I had to try very hard not to sigh and roll my eyes all afternoon.