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I just filled up my petrol tank. How bloody lucky am I? I have a car. Not just a car, but Brunhilde Concepción, a car with strong thighs, personality and a hare staring at the moon on the back. This car works. it's reliable and even quite cute. Admittedly, it smells of dog piss and fox shit (thanks, girls) but it's functioning and i don't have that many passengers (unsurprisingly). And I have the affluence to fill my car right up and give thanks for it. I really am very grateful for it indeed.
Thanks to the lady in Sainsbury's who's letting me hide in a corner using the internet in the cafe, even though the cafe is closed. Not very glam, but until I get my broadband sorted...
I'm grateful, once again, for my girls, shit-covered as they are. I love their little bodies, all lean and sinewy. I love Baba's curly howls and Mouse's Lady Diana looks out from under her meek little brow (while the canny little nut steals your credit card and buys a year's supply of liver).
I'm grateful for them being here and being mine and having chosen me through the ether to come and wag their ridiculous, skinny bottoms at, and stretch out their lizard bellies with their tiny niplets.
They are covered in fox shit (I may have mentioned this) but today, I applied de-flea potion for the first time in advance of them going into boarding for ten days, so I can't wash them.
I'm also grateful for the bright pink 15 metre lunge lead that arrived yesterday, allowing the Mouse to run and chase and play and me not to run and chase and hunt her down for an hour and a half before she'll allow herself to be taken home. We are both happy.
And thank you for work. I needed some and some has come. I am full of thanks.
Thank you. It's that simple. Thank you.
Thank you for these two beautiful dogs, who test me and teach me every day, and who fill my heart with love and soften my fingertips and face with their furbodies.
Thank you for the fine men in my life, of whom I'm particularly conscious. Thank you, Adam, for swinging by and being all manly at me, helping me move my bed, smiling and laughing and eating vegetables and being a handsome ball of lovely... and then, in a flash, going on your way.
Thanks, Fin, for showing up at my house today with lovely Aaron - two twenty-something ninjas making light of life big ideas and lots of action. Thanks, Domingo, for calling me from Ecuador on a whim, and lighting up my evening with wisdom, love, laughter and the best accent EVER! I feel inspired and excited. And new friend Neil... great chats, let's make it real.
Thanks for friends across the world, both near and far. Domingo called from Ecuador, and Fin is a friend from Peru. In the last few months I've had delicious chats with Laura in Madrid, Dutch Sophie in Lima, two Swiss Mirjams, both in Zurich, Sandra in Buenos Aires, British Beec in Melbourne, Clubba who lives in the US, Jochen (NZ/Denmark), Copenhagen Steen... and many more. I love you all and I am grateful for you.
Inbetweenies Ralph and Mo' Unisa of Germany, Russia and Hebden Bridge... And of course lovely Kate from just next door to my last place, and Rebecca, Lindsey, Bo, various Karens, neighbours in my new place who have introduced themselves just like that, Margot, so patient, and family, who I love and appreciate more with every second.
Having experienced just ten days this time of homelessness, I give such thanks for my home, for this place of safety for me and my furgirls. And for my bed, which is, I think the phrase is 'fucking lovely'. Premier Inn standard, king sized, solid.
The simple things: love and friendship, shelter, means for food and water. I have these and I'm fucking lucky for it. Now to share.
