Ollie Bear here after a long break, hope you are all well. She who pays the rent has not blogged much recently so I thought I'd inject a spark of life into the blog by letting you know what is happening here at Cozee Cottage in deepest Wessex.
She who pays the rent has been having a somewhat difficult time of it and we who sit and think on her spare bed are nearly feeling sorry for her. However, heaven help you if you give her any false pity, so just read and digest. She comes form the wrong side of the Pennines, but this trait of hers is quite in keeping with good Yorkshire bears, she'll give you a very hard stare of you go "ooo how awful" or "gosh, you're having it rough". I mean this is how we bonded in the first place. About 20 years ago now, I was sat on a shelf above the cake counter in a tea room in Kirby Lonsdale with a price tag on my paw and some young children started pointing at me and saying to their parents that they "wanted" me. Panic set in, I'm simply not a "children's bear", I became petrified and then she caught my eye and saw the panic therein. She returned my look, not with an "oo you poor bear, how awful for you", no she walked straight up to the counter and "purchased" me before the children's pesterpower could have any effect on their parents. It was a sweet moment, the look on the faces of the children is not one I will forget. You see, we both know if you are going to have pity, it needs action not words.
But back to my ramble. Yes she's definitely having it rough. She started the year by having a patch of really good health, we actually thought that the doctors may have finally got her medication right and she may actually start flourishing again. It has been a long time. But then her job went crazy stupid in the amount of works she was being expected to do. It was unreasonable, she said it was difficult but she felt quite well, so she kept going in the hope that things would settle down. We knew she was not OK, and then one day she wobbled badly at her work and they had to call an ambulance. There was nothing wrong with her that A&E could sort out and they told her to get back in touch with her consultant. We don't think she's been right since then, she sighs a lot and it takes her a long time to do anything and also she's been far less attentive to us. Also, Cyril the Wombat (her personal valet, pax! we don't like each other much, I think I'm jealous, he just arrive one day in a paper bag covered in wisteria and our little world has not been the same since, he lives in the study so he sees more of her than we do) says that although he's plying her with as many oven chips as she can eat, she's not exactly putting on weight. Anyway, her consultants have been doing a barrage of tests on her, the most spectacular of which was a lumbar puncture. She had an "unfortunate" reaction to this which meant she was in bed for about a week and she was definitely in a lot of pain. I don't think her "ailment" responded well to this shock and she's still not right. She even called for one of those "men in black" who came and muttered loads of Latin over her and did something with some oil. They were both very cheery about it afterwards, but she is like that, she can be so annoyingly and genuinely cheery when things are serious, it quite puts a bear off his guard.
So yesterday, I called her into the spare room for a chat. We needed to know the truth about her. Quite frankly we are worried. We are worried about her naturally, but bears are also selfish creatures and we are worried that she may lose her job and we will forfeit our cushy life here on the Spare Bed of Deep Thinking and Tranquillity.
Annoyingly she just said "well boys, stuff is happening, it often does to me and we get through, be patient. If you want to do something useful, read the Book of Tobit (Douay version), and think deeply about the messages contained therein".
We're reading and we're thinking and we're stumped. We can't quite see what a tale about sparrow droppings, dead fish, a lively dog and a very helpful angel has to do with life here in Cozee Cottage, but we are working on it.