Two Cats. Two Weeks

My lack of interest in taking responsibility for anything much above myself extends to what is commonly termed ‘fur babies’ as well. I was brought up in a house with pets. Always. But having pets is the same as having children. Everything must come before you.

And I don’t quite get why, if you don’t want children and the responsibility that goes with them, why you would want to transfer that responsibility to something equally dependent upon you.

That being said, up until last August I had ‘fur babies’. Well, feather babies actually. Chickens. Three of them. And I adored them. But going away for anything longer than a day was a massive ball ache. Since I was forced to rehouse them because ‘have you tried finding a houseshare where the tenants let you bring chickens?’ I have been unable and disinterested in having any more animals.

I can now go away for any length of time I like and I simply have to lock the front door as I leave. This I now see as the ultimate in childlike lack of responsibility. And I am not sorry.

Don’t get me wrong. I am a responsible adult. I don’t have house parties. I effectively manage my finances and I work a very full week. But I revel in the reality that I don’t have anything else to take responsibility for. Now that I am recently single, that also extends to male counterparts in my life. Not that I am monumentally happy to be single, but I would say that it has been a beneficial experience to my life. I have a clear head. And this has been brilliant for my creativity.

But I digress…

My current and first house sitting experience is in North Manchester. Two cats for two weeks. Can someone tell me why so many cat owners do not have cat flaps? So far the week has revolved around bagging up catshit and cat sick. Trying not to smell the stench of cat food and in the evenings being nice to cats who are far more needy than I gave them credit for.

This is ok. It is why I am here. It is what I was booked for. And therefore I do not complain. It means the owners whose lives exist for these pets, can go away on their two week summer break and not worry. And frankly it means I get a house to myself. This signifies box sets til whatever hour I like and lots of time to just wander at will, cook when I want and drink beer.

In my other life I live in a houseshare and so genuine alone time is rare. Part of my house sitting motivation was getting space to myself, downtime from house shares where being ‘on your own’ just doesn’t exist. The first week is almost over. It’s going fast. And I will be glad to get back to my very cosy house share. But I am also really looking forward to sits in all the other places on my want list. Next stop LONDON!

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So basically why?

So what the hell am I doing? I have no idea, truth be told. But I promise you there is a plan in here somewhere.

I am single, 42. Divorced (a LONG time ago). No kids (by choice). There I’ve said it.

I never had a life plan beyond running a business and being some kind of famous. It’s quite literally all I’ve ever needed. But I got lost several times along the way.. Which is why….42. But age is just a number right? In my heart and in my head I am most definitely still 25.

I tell everyone not to have regret. Because regret is pointless. It’s already happened. You resolve what you can and treat the future as an unknown quantity. But there’s no point giving out that kind of advice unless you believe it yourself. So I’ve learned to let go of the past and get on with what’s to come. Its cathartic. It’s invigorating. And it feels damn good.

I’ve been writing since I was a child. Years of research culminated in my first book in February 2014 and an unresolved film script which I am determined to knock into shape over the next 12 months. But running a business, which I launched in July 2012, took over. As it would. And it’s taken me a while to settle back into author mode. Thanks to a recent change in my personal life it’s now happening. And I value it more.

I’ve always been a writer. I blog about my business. But the other writing side – the genealogy, the history. That’s another part of my life. And then there’s this. The lifestyle and travel. The sense of self. The ‘put your heart on a plate and tell it like it is’ part of me which wants to spill the beans on being – well me. But isn’t quite sure if it’s a good idea or not.

A long silence follows. So it begins.