Important thoughts on space and boundaries.

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I know it’s controversial to say this, but kittens are not welcome in bedroom space. Bedroom space is a sacred, protected area where I should feel able to sleep and not have to chase kittens out of and down the stairs every three hours because they want to wander up and down the bed in search of a good sleeping spot.

Now, I know what you’re thinking. Some cats know how to behave in the bedroom space. Some cats pad in silently and snuggle close in the night. Some of them even purr, in a comforting and peaceful way.

But these cats are in the minority. Is it worth it, I ask you, to welcome cats into the bedroom space when they are given to indulging themselves in such behaviour as door-scratching, pulling up the carpet in the corners of the room, chewing through headphone cables, fighting with one another and sometimes themselves, digging under the duvet in search of treasure, and noisily licking a plastic bag from Waterstones?*

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Kittens. They need to learn to respect my boundaries.

This message is brought to you by a less-than-restful night’s sleep.

*seriously, what is with that?

Stupid sexy Flanders; or “why does sleep evade me?”

I was awake this morning to hear the nearby church bell ringing out 4 am.  It was kind of a comforting feeling, listening to it toll, as I had been lying awake for what seemed like a week, unable to muster the strength to get up or the lassitude to slip back into the land of nod.

Naturally, when 8 am rolled round, I was fast asleep again and barely able to drag myself out of bed.  Alien abduction, perhaps?  Not really.  I just sleep a little oddly.  I’ve even stopped doing stuff like drinking tea late at night in an attempt to improve the speed at which I nod off, and lower the likelihood that I wake up at some God-forsaken hour to lie on my back listening for the church bells; not that it works, though.

None of this has anything to do with Ned Flanders.  I was stuck for a title and for some reason it stuck in my head.  Blame the tvtropes website for that, I guess.

While I’m rambling, it’s maybe worth telling the world that I’m roughly half-way through the first draft of my contemporary fantasy piece, the thing I decided to start when I was already about 40k into the fantasy epic.  It took me a little over a month to get the first half down, in a vague form, and hopefully I’ll get the second half done about as quickly.  It’ll need some serious redrafting before it’s in an editable form, though.  The revision list with regards to retroactive tidying up is growing at a tremendous rate.

It seems we’ll be moving to Hull at some point before the end of the year.  Lisa has got a new job there, assuming they send the confirmation letter out to her in a timely fashion, and at a little over an hour’s drive to commute, it’s a little too far to warrant us sticking around here.  It’s not like we have deep ties to the place.

So, yet again, we’ll be moving.  I’ve lost count of how many homes I’ve had since I left the parental one.  There have been a lot of changes over the years.  At some point, hopefully, we’ll be able to stop somewhere for slightly longer than a two-year stint.