F-F-F-fifty. Clearing out and starting afresh.

Fifty.

Well, two weeks in and my world didn't spin on its axle.
I didn't suddenly find my inbox innundated with Saga offers and Plan your own Funeral promotions.
I didn't suddenly wake up feeling morose.
But what it did give me was a sense of restlessness and craving for adventure.
Which is a bit tricky when I struggle to stay awake past 11pm and have a tolerance for alcohol that fails after a two glasses of wine!

When I think back to the alcohol consumed from communal blue jugs during my backpacking, kibbutz hopping days...
Or the partying till 3am and still up for work by 6...
Now, I have an out of date passport, an over stuffed coalshed and get excited by branch loppers!
And an urge to streamline my accumulated clutter and chuck out anything that isn't useful or beautiful.

It's amazing how much clutter we accumulate over the years, all that ''just in case'' stuff we keep for a time when it may be useful.
Layers upon layers of STUFF.
I'm still working my way through to the darkest depths of the coalshed, through the coal blackened cobwebs and dustballs hiding decades of accumulated clutter destined for the skip.
Inside, I've thrown out so much clutter that if I ignore the shop stock it's looking practically minimal :)

Strangely satisfying and definitely a knock on effect from reaching fifty.

Suki. Diary of a cat with hyperthyroidism.

So, a week in from the first diagnosis and I would say my pill giving technique needs some improvement.

A combination of me still learning and Suki being wise to all the tricks.

''Just mix it in with her food''  the vet said.

Ha!!! Suki just nibbles around it.

''Coat it with something sticky, like cream cheese, and the cat won't notice it''  said the forum post.

Well, notice it she did!

So for now we're perservering with the pill-down-the-throat technique.

And eight times out of ten I'm sure it goes down.

Although today, after Suki dutifully made all the swallowing actions, I later discovered it on the outside mat.

We're getting there, but she's upset with me today, and hiding under the raspberry canes.

And I feel suitably guilty.

''I'm sure there's a hedgehog here somewhere...''