Cat Crossley
Medievalist and musician, long-haul PhD at Liverpool on “monstrous men” and mappaemundi. Mountains, mushrooms, music, festivals and cats. 🏳️🌈🏴
- So the back pain has mostly gone, but my nemesis — Aaron from DPD — has yet again failed to deliver my parcel and lied about it. And the DPD complaints form won’t send. So looks like I’ll be writing a letter to customer services… I swear if I ever see that prick I’m gonna [heavily redacted] him.
- My sister was getting the majority of my rage in some WhatsApps earlier, leading to this exchange:
- But seriously, rubbing fluffy paws on your face (if that is something that your cat will tolerate) is the best thing I have found to stop the screams. Instant stress relief, serious soft sensory stimulation as solution to all life’s bullshit…
- So far I have had 1xparacetamol, 2xcocodamol, 2 lots of ibuprofen gel, 10 minutes on the spiky acumat and 2xibuprofen, and we have made some progress with the pain. I haven’t screamed OR a collapsed in at least half an hour. But I still don’t have my parcel…
- Ah FFS, woke up with the worst back pain I’ve had in years, on a day where my nemesis — Aaron from DPD — has yet again “delivered” my parcel to some random secret location which is not my house. This is not a good combination! I need my cocodamol to kick in already!! Or if it has, I need more!!!
- Orangina couldn’t understand why I kept collapsing and screaming this morning, when I should have been giving her pre-breakfast playtime…
