By 7.30am Adam and I were down at the Town Square where the book launch was being held, with gloves, buckets, scrubbing brushes and brooms to clean up the mess.
The place I picked the hold the book launch is a nice location, with a fountain nearby and shade, and is a busy thoroughfare to pick up all the passersby. Unfortunately, it is also a magnet for Friday night revellers, the local youth. So we spent a while cleaning up their litter – the empty beer bottles, Red Bull cans, and greasy hot chip containers.
So with me worrying about getting the place up to scratch, not having slept properly in say – oh – a week by the end I was starting to get quite nervous about the impending function.
Until, that is, Adam and I slipped off to have a quiet coffee and discussed another one of our problems – the rats are back .
Me: “What do we DO?! Get a cat?”
Adam: “What good would it do inside? It’d have to live in the roof.”
Me: “Yes! We could get a gimp cat. Like in Pulp Fiction, but cat style. Have him up there, doing our evil will all dressed up with a little mask over his face. He’d get all down and serious on those stupid rodents. We could think of a dozen puns and dirty entendres based upon the word ‘pussy’.”
Adam: (Looks at me strangely)
Adam: I think you’ve truly gone bonkers.
Indeed, but later that day whenever I got nervous (which wasn’t often – I was too busy) I just thought of our imaginary gimp kitty and it made me smile. Does this make me strange? Perhaps. Then again, I’ve never pretended to be normal, really!
{I’ll write the rest of this re-cap when I’ve got the energy. Thanks all for your well wishes}
