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It occurs to me that I could be over-anthropomorphising my animals when breakfast becomes punctuated with mutterings of "Get a therapist, cat!" on a daily basis. (Ounce is still totally neurotic, despite recent attempts to forcibly socialise him by making him eat next to the other cats rather than in solitary splendour across the kitchen. I'd diagnose PTSD, personally).
It's raining today, not bucketing, but respectable spurts of heavy drizzle with occasional forays into splattering and mini-downpour. As usual this makes me happy, especially since it'll do good things for my miniature mushroom city. Walking in the rain under my big black umbrella is one of winter's pleasures, although admittedly this works better when I actually remember to bring the umbrella. Not so with it, this morning, and consequently rather damp. With it enough, however, to wantonly eject two-thirds of the class from the tutroom on the grounds that they hadn't brought copies of the relevant text. I can feel a Ruthless Rhyme coming on.
It's raining today, not bucketing, but respectable spurts of heavy drizzle with occasional forays into splattering and mini-downpour. As usual this makes me happy, especially since it'll do good things for my miniature mushroom city. Walking in the rain under my big black umbrella is one of winter's pleasures, although admittedly this works better when I actually remember to bring the umbrella. Not so with it, this morning, and consequently rather damp. With it enough, however, to wantonly eject two-thirds of the class from the tutroom on the grounds that they hadn't brought copies of the relevant text. I can feel a Ruthless Rhyme coming on.