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Sep. 22nd, 2023 04:13 pmThank you, ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dine, for the postcard. It's always a delight to get mail from you ♥
James was off yesterday, so we went to Mog on the Tyne to pick up his prize, and to see the cats of course.
I've been there loads of times, but yesterday was one of the best visits, the cats were engaged, the other people in the cafe friendly and everything just came together nicely. The staff member on duty said they'd had a quieter few days earlier in the week, so I guess the cats were after some attention. And unexpectedly, I was talking with James about one of the old cats that had gone from the cafe and the staff member came up and said she'd actually adopted that cat herself, and showed some current photos.
Apparently, after lockdown a lot of the cats had got used to being house cats and weren't happy about being back at the cafe, so they all got to retire to their foster homes, which I think was the perfect thing to do.
I did feel for the couple sitting next to us, though. They were young, must have been only about 16 or 17 as the lad was telling James he was in his first year of college, but it quickly became apparently he was allergic to being around so many cats. His girlfriend loved it there, but his eyes were puffy and streaming, and they had to leave after 30 minutes.
Leaving we got the Goth on the Tyne print which is kinda fantastic, and much bigger than I was expecting. Now we need to buy a nice frame for it.
On the way to Mog, James got a phone call from work. He's part of the media diversity team there, and a few days ago he'd been asked to take part in another photo campaign. He'd had to say no because he was off on the day of the shoot, but the woman in charge phoned again, because she was desperate to have people involved and only had the photographer between 2 and 5. She also offered to cover travel expenses if he'd go in, so he said yes, though mostly to help out, not the money.
Problem was, she phoned when we were well on our way to Newcastle, so that meant we went to Mog, then had to come home to get James into his uniform, then drove back to Newcastle where I sat and read my book while he did his media thing.
The photos will be used in a say no to abusive language campaign and will be put up in hospitals and ambulance stations in the north-east. So there's a good chance I'll see his frowny face one time when we go for an appointment.
Today has involved getting things ready for the craft fair tomorrow, including nipping to the shop for more chocolate oranges. One big box has already been loaded in the car and I've two more to sort out and will carry around tomorrow. I am interested in where we're going to set up as the vets isn't that big. I have visions of being in an exam room with the table used to display stuff, which will be weird.
But, fingers crossed, stuff will be sold and money will be made, for us and the cats.
dine, for the postcard. It's always a delight to get mail from you ♥James was off yesterday, so we went to Mog on the Tyne to pick up his prize, and to see the cats of course.
I've been there loads of times, but yesterday was one of the best visits, the cats were engaged, the other people in the cafe friendly and everything just came together nicely. The staff member on duty said they'd had a quieter few days earlier in the week, so I guess the cats were after some attention. And unexpectedly, I was talking with James about one of the old cats that had gone from the cafe and the staff member came up and said she'd actually adopted that cat herself, and showed some current photos.
Apparently, after lockdown a lot of the cats had got used to being house cats and weren't happy about being back at the cafe, so they all got to retire to their foster homes, which I think was the perfect thing to do.
I did feel for the couple sitting next to us, though. They were young, must have been only about 16 or 17 as the lad was telling James he was in his first year of college, but it quickly became apparently he was allergic to being around so many cats. His girlfriend loved it there, but his eyes were puffy and streaming, and they had to leave after 30 minutes.
Leaving we got the Goth on the Tyne print which is kinda fantastic, and much bigger than I was expecting. Now we need to buy a nice frame for it.
On the way to Mog, James got a phone call from work. He's part of the media diversity team there, and a few days ago he'd been asked to take part in another photo campaign. He'd had to say no because he was off on the day of the shoot, but the woman in charge phoned again, because she was desperate to have people involved and only had the photographer between 2 and 5. She also offered to cover travel expenses if he'd go in, so he said yes, though mostly to help out, not the money.
Problem was, she phoned when we were well on our way to Newcastle, so that meant we went to Mog, then had to come home to get James into his uniform, then drove back to Newcastle where I sat and read my book while he did his media thing.
The photos will be used in a say no to abusive language campaign and will be put up in hospitals and ambulance stations in the north-east. So there's a good chance I'll see his frowny face one time when we go for an appointment.
Today has involved getting things ready for the craft fair tomorrow, including nipping to the shop for more chocolate oranges. One big box has already been loaded in the car and I've two more to sort out and will carry around tomorrow. I am interested in where we're going to set up as the vets isn't that big. I have visions of being in an exam room with the table used to display stuff, which will be weird.
But, fingers crossed, stuff will be sold and money will be made, for us and the cats.
