"Her little butterfly soul
fluttered incessantly
between memory and
dubious expectation."
— George Eliot (Adam Bede)
2 sleeps to go and it feels somewhat unreal. Except it is real. And as S rightly pointed out: "Every second or third of your thoughts is about puppies". I won't share the context of that statement, except to say that I have been relatively obsessed and it probably isn't always the best of states for others to endure. And all the stuff I've been reading is jumbling into one big ball of (almost) confusion.
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So yes, even when out and about yesterday, I found myself wandering to the nearest PAH (Pets at Home) to 'just have a look', but also to find a water bowl, something that somehow slipped off my Noodle Prep radar... and since we know where my thoughts were, when I walked through the Silver Jubilee Park, all I could imagine was taking Noodle there to run and play. But then, it seemed a bit lonely.
Silver Jubilee Park sans The Noodle - a bit dreamy and quiet |
Here's the other stuff:
Before it becomes useless to do so, here are some of the other (more practical and comparatively boring) things that have been purchased so far:
Purply cheapy fleece from IKEA. Can't knock the detail for costing almost nothing |
Pink-y slightly more pricey fleece with a distressed look that I actually quite like. Also from IKEA. |
Noodle's very own pillow! Don't tell anyone, but stuffed inside is S's age-old stinky old pillow that found a better purpose. |
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