Personal space: Sharing it...

My generation have grown up on US and Australian TV with anyone and everyone helping themselves from communal fridges.  My mother and grandmother come from another planet. Their kitchens are consecrated - only the ordained are let in.  My friends and family gravitate around the kitchen and appliances.

Just at the moment, my extended family (mother) is 'working' from my address using my internet and Mac as I have the most up to date equipment.  It's hard having to curb my usual household behaviours, in the times when I'm not waiting for an agent's call.  I have little to no interest in the work she's doing to help out an academic friend, it's all bibliographies and I am not wired that way.  I'm blasting out Rihanna's London concert and creating wonderful things with boxes of fresh ingredients in the kitchen.  By the way, if you want to have fun with fresh ingredients, try...www.hellofresh.co.uk there's a voucher for money off, quote 7L6AJR...
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I am used to company, I've always shared homes, with someone... And I live in a pretty nice community too.  Over the last week, I acquired another cat.  It just let itself in and made itself at home.  It's a welcoming space and I've said this before, but I do like to have company.  

After feeding and petting this cat all week, I found out that it had moved out of a neighbour's place and into another's due to its dislike of a new dog.  My next door neighbours were on holiday, so he'd let himself into mine!  When they returned, the two young girls next door were left wondering where their new friend had gone.  I returned him at once.  An hour later a knock on my door saw me being handed a huge box of chocolates as thanks.  I would have done it anyway - I'm nowhere near cat capacity.  The joy of handling my admin and waiting for callbacks means I pretty much make my own hours.  

It's the strangest summer break from school I've experienced.  My daughter has reached an age where she wants companionship rather than frenetic activity.  So she's content to do things nearer to home.  She's writing in her diary, watching films, and sketching...  Having friends to stay and at this precise moment, visiting with her many cousins and second cousins.  She has a lot of playmates her own age.  As an only child, with only a handful of cousins, I'm slightly envious.

I'm going to be picking up the work pace from September, because I do get a LOT of bursts of energy, and I can't wait for my work season to kick off again.  

Signing with new agencies means I'm setting myself up to be inundated, but my business is a lot of 'hurry up and wait' so I'm on top of the downtime more than I used to be.  

The news lately is freaking me out, it would appear everyone is dying for one reason or another.  I can't remember a time when the month when the politicians are on holiday is so gloomy.  What happened to the Silly Season?

If you can cheer my follower-readers up with a joke, please comment.  All laughs are welcome.

Bye for now...