Previously, The Elder is not talking ...
Monday morning - early ... more in a mo'
Saturday continued with the house being empty (less Le Chien & et moi). The time was put to good use - oh yes. The downside is that yours truly may have 'picked up' an infection from the dentist's poking wires and wiggling whatever (in my mouth, last week). Muchus swellus, painus et dicumfus meant that SEH has not been on, the usual, tip - top form. The Elder eventually returned and was wary - talking had been restored though in a very wary fashion. 'Normal service' was resumed later in the evening after SEH had cooked dinner. I hate 'situations' - they are so unproductive and only lead to you being miserable. We are all human (I think) and we all like hugs, cuddles and so on. #3 returned and makes a fuss of The Dog - he had just been fed, was trying (as we older men do), to get comfortable - I suppose, if he was human, he would be loosening his belt and all that. I was terrified he would 'go' for #3 (thankfully he didn't). #3? She wouldn't be told. The remainder of the evening involved SEH nursing a swelling (of the wrong sort). Lurching to the bathroom @ 2215 resulted in #3, supported by The Elder, 'starting up' - "see, I cannot have my shower now" - honestly I was only going to clean my teeth. The Elder asked if I could wait until #3 had her shower - bollocks to that. You might be wondering about the 'meeting' with #3 / the letter to The Elder? Wednesday, Dear Reader.
Sleeping badly I lurched to my feet on Sunday - as expected, in the early hours, the house was quiet. For the life of me I cannot think how I spent the morning. I (probably) made tea, fed The Dog and went back to bed. The dental discomfort continues and I fear major work - at the moment I couldn't care less about what does / doesn't remain. Yesterday very much like the day before - though quite a good 'session' on the PC (PM) - which left me feeling very good - more so because The Elder was out (though not #3). Confession - I didn't get dressed all day! On her return, with The Dog, The Elder was in a good mood more so as I had prepared / cooked the dinner. The Dog, having been out with her (to meet #2) was knackered. An uneventful evening - late shower etc and in to bed. All was well until about 0215 when I heard loud voices and screaming; leaping out of bed I find all the lights on. #3 wandering around, upstairs in an agitated state. I ask what's going on at which, as if by magic, The Elder appears and 'takes over'. I retreat to my den on the assumption that if I am needed I will be contacted. The problem? #3 has seen a 'huge spider' in her room and wants someone to sort it out. I left it to The Elder. I woke @ about 0515 stumbled to my feet to see to The Dog. In the kitchen, lights on, TV on and fan heater on sits #3 - clearly the issue involving the spider has not been resolved. Once The Dog is sorted I go back to bed. We (#3 & I), didn't speak.
More later.

