It's Graceland!

SOME of you might know that I am doing a week volunteering in a care home, near my house this week. What a good use of the half term, some of you might say. Others of you might say nothing, merely stare at me and squint slightly. Yes, I am talking about my cat. She says nothing, merely stares and squints slightly. I think this is because her cheek has gotten so fat it is interfering with her eye space.

Some would be concerned, but I always knew that Olive's fatness would end up consuming her, and I am sure she will be fully capable of rolling to her bowl and litter tray. And hey, if she can't always get to her bowl, that's not such a problem is it?

I feel quite shallow today, because although I spent the day with nine people with mental and physical disabilities, helping them, hanging out with them, and generally having a good time, I never realised how snobby I can be. This came to me when we started eating. So obviously it wsan't pretty, I mean it wasn't AWFUL, more like...say a five year old eating. But I was thinking this to console me, and it totally didn't, because I wouldn't want to watch a five year old eating either! Basically, I am horrid when it comes to anyone less capable than me. I realised that it's the same with people who aren't as smart as me, I just don't think they are worth it. Obviously I am more compassionate to the residents of the care home, but the same principle applies.

But I shall not get bogged down, it does make sense, and I wasn't exactly repulsed.

BUT, this cafe that we were eating at, is hireing volunteers, and I was like "i'm a volunteer!" so I'm totally going to get an application form. It would be awesome to work there. I'd be a waitress! It's like, this completely fair trade cafe, and it's really quaint and serves sandwiches and the staff are really friendly, so if I could work there it would be swell, 'specially as I could get tips, because I have a feeling I am costing mum quite a lot and it would be good if I could stop spending her money, and maybe earn some of my own, instead of EMA.

I came home, and mum still hasn't gone shopping, so I made pancakes, because you can make those with hardly anything in the house.

Here is a picture of a cat. It's not my cat, but it's adorable.


Isn't it?