Poor mumphy

I know I am going to sound like a winger but this rain is boring! The cold and rain means that I haven’t been out much and there is only so much you can do in the house. I get bored – there I admit it – I get bored. And today it ended in tragedy. I was left alone by myself in the lounge room and I must tell you it was chaos! G has been creating some artwork out of the veneer on the sideboard he got on Freebay recently which meant there were was tools and bits of veneer all over the place. So being good and avoiding all the damage I could have done to G’s project I instead spent some quality time with Monkey. This is a stuffed toy in human understanding but she has been my closest friend since I was adopted. We came home together and she is whom I most often take to bed at night. We have spent many important moments together – she is mother/lover/friend and consistent companion. Although perhaps I play a little rough – G now calls her mumphy because due to our play, monkey no longer has a mouth – I think the idea is that “mumphy” is what monkey would sound like if you could not open your mouth. I am not this silly! While monkey and I are close I know she is not alive and that the difference between some stitching being there, and not being there, is NOT an existential crisis. However, today something of real import did happen – in our play Monkey lost her arm. I am devastated and feel very guilty all at once. I do hope that M can work some of her stitching magic and put my best friend back together. I do not think she can hug me the same way now…