Lucky the Lionhearted

I got the vacuum out the other day, and didn't realise Noah was still inside until I heard him carrying on and climbing up the screen door off the dining room.  He HATES noise, will disappear as soon as the lawnmower starts etc.  Harley doesn't seem to worry but wanted out the day I was vacuuming.  But then at one point I looked down to see little Lucky curiously sniffing the pipe, not in the least bit phased.  Little darling, he's going to make a great pet for someone, he is so socialised to humans being the only kitten, and he adores Joshua, follows him all over the house and loves to sleep on his lap, his palm, his head, anywhere.
We got our new stove today, cheapest old CL could possibly buy in town and the plumber came to install it.  Phill and the kids were out on a walk when he came and I was still in my nightie so when he knocked I opened the door a crack to see who it was.  He said "Is your mother home?"  So funny, I told him it was the nicest thing anyone had said to me for ages!!  The new stove isn't as tall at the back as the old one and for some inexplicable reason the tiles don't come up far enough so there's an ugly bare bit of wall above it now.  Barstards.  Not our problem and they can sort it out but I'm not happy and my kitchen doesn't look very nice at all now.
And the floods.  The awful floods that have done so much damage, and yet so much good.  Strangers helping strangers, communities banding together like never before.  The overwhelming desire is just to help our fellow Aussies in need, but we're so far away and while we've donated dollars it feels inadequate.  Phill's nephew and family were not evacuated after all and even though where they live, Goondiwindi, was under threat today, the river did not peak and as far as we know they're still on their farm, safe and dry. 
I am so looking forward to a few days away next week at the weir.  I just want to chill, read and do nothing and not worry about feeding anyone.  Phill can spend time with his family and the kids can run amok. 
Just Joshy and me tonight, Phill at work and Em is having a sleepover with her friend Spittin' Kim.  We aren't happy for her to have sleepovers of any kind, and especially there but we're at the stage now that we're wary of banning her from anything.  Right or wrong, we have to go with our instincts and for a change we both agree on this one.  In any case, it's peaceful, Josh and I both agreed and it's nice having some time just the two of us, he's a funny little bugger and great company.
I got another letter from the medical centre urging me to see the doctor about my test results and I will but I'm not looking forward to it.  But I'm not as well as I probably could be and something is definitely awry somewhere.