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Anna's come for a visit. Apparently she's just returned from David's new place, and it's "Dreadfully dull. Perfect for him, really." She and Nadia are currently debating with my father whether or not shoes are a item of clothing, or an accessory. Dad says clothes.
He's being beaten. Badly. I imagine he'll return to the cellar soon. He'd probably be in there now, except that all the canned food he's stored down there has rusted and gone bad. He was terribly disappointed, and rather abashed that had there been an actual emergency, we would have starved.
Nadia took a quick tourists seminar in Japan about 'Karate', and she demonstrated her new skills yesterday. On me. Darling sister, really. It was horrible and wonderful at the same time, because I had permission to strangle her. But horrid, because she promptly threw me over her hip and clocked my head on the coffee table. Mum and Dad applauded. Traitors.
Thanatos is glad to be home, I think. There's a family down the street that breed show poodles, and he rather enjoys harassing them. I rather enjoy harassing them, come to that. Yappy little blighters start to munch on each other if they get angry enough.
Anna has just informed me that my handwriting is deplorable, because she can actually read it. Apparently, no REAL man has legible script.
He's being beaten. Badly. I imagine he'll return to the cellar soon. He'd probably be in there now, except that all the canned food he's stored down there has rusted and gone bad. He was terribly disappointed, and rather abashed that had there been an actual emergency, we would have starved.
Nadia took a quick tourists seminar in Japan about 'Karate', and she demonstrated her new skills yesterday. On me. Darling sister, really. It was horrible and wonderful at the same time, because I had permission to strangle her. But horrid, because she promptly threw me over her hip and clocked my head on the coffee table. Mum and Dad applauded. Traitors.
Thanatos is glad to be home, I think. There's a family down the street that breed show poodles, and he rather enjoys harassing them. I rather enjoy harassing them, come to that. Yappy little blighters start to munch on each other if they get angry enough.
Anna has just informed me that my handwriting is deplorable, because she can actually read it. Apparently, no REAL man has legible script.