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On Thursday I heard someone say the one of the most horrid sentances I've ever heard. I rate it as the second most disturbing and upsetting thing I've heard so far in my life. It's quite disgraceful that people who you treasure and want to go on forever suddenly become so mortal, and then call into question your own mortality. Most selfish! All this just as we should really be thoroughly enjoying ourselves. I am in a bad mood, a filthy mood. I will stamp on your head and squash your eyes if you so much as look at me funny kind of mood.
Amongst all this hellishness some lovely things have happened...
The Figgis continues to practice swimming across his mat and he seems to be getting quite good at it. His actual movement is slow and his technique is somewhat experimental but I'm sure he'll get there very soon. Dorian Gray has become rather more cautious following a tail grabbing incident on Sunday. He had sat for a few minutes smugly purring but keeping one eye open, just in case, tantalisingly out of reach from the increasingly shouty and frustrated baby. There was a big push, a shout, a grab and a "meow" and the balance of power suddenly changed. I fear poor Dorian may have a difficult few months ahead.
On Friday I ventured out to view a performance by Devilish Presley who I found to be very entertaining indeed and thoroughly nice folks too! I had a few too many light ales, (my tolerance for alcohol has plumetted) and was discovered during the night collapsed on the kitchen floor. After rousing me and thinking me to be safe my beloved Shaz later discovered me again unconscious, this time sitting on the loo!
On Saturday I bravely fought through a hangover and attended my niece's third birthday party where I met 666suzy666's new kitten, Sparrow. I had a lovely time with the family types and it was wonderful to spend some time with my dear friend Louise who I haven't seen for over a year. I'm not going to let that happen again.
Sunday I cried...
On Monday I got banged up. I had to prove who I am and swear that I'd been a good boy and had lived on the right side of the law (or rather that I'd never been caught...) I liked it. I love the strange, intimidating buildings, I love the atmosphere and the undercurrent of danger (I've missed that so much.) The place had a strange energy. I was told to expect to be very busy, which pleases me. I will not have internet access, however I expect I won't have time to use it.
In the afternoon we wandered up to the Newlands. On the way I acquired a wonderful suit which I'm guessing to be around 40 years old for £2. I got a free tie. Further along I bought three ties for 15p each. Day light robbery. I always feel slightly guilty now when I snag myself a bargain. I'd have gladly paid much more for all the stuff I bought.
We took tea in one of the trendy cafe establishments that are filled the beautiful people of the Newlands (spit). I hate these places, I'd much rather be in a pub or a quaint little tea room with old ladies and cakes or scones on doiley covered plates. Thee Shazbo and I gulped down bowlfuls of sickly sweet hot chocolate which seemed to have mind altering properties.
I carried Jack most of the way home and then did DIY type things until tea time.
Everything is perfect except for... that second worst thing. There's always something; flies in ointments, drawing pins in chocolate cakes, adverts in The Beano...
Sigh.
Amongst all this hellishness some lovely things have happened...
The Figgis continues to practice swimming across his mat and he seems to be getting quite good at it. His actual movement is slow and his technique is somewhat experimental but I'm sure he'll get there very soon. Dorian Gray has become rather more cautious following a tail grabbing incident on Sunday. He had sat for a few minutes smugly purring but keeping one eye open, just in case, tantalisingly out of reach from the increasingly shouty and frustrated baby. There was a big push, a shout, a grab and a "meow" and the balance of power suddenly changed. I fear poor Dorian may have a difficult few months ahead.
On Friday I ventured out to view a performance by Devilish Presley who I found to be very entertaining indeed and thoroughly nice folks too! I had a few too many light ales, (my tolerance for alcohol has plumetted) and was discovered during the night collapsed on the kitchen floor. After rousing me and thinking me to be safe my beloved Shaz later discovered me again unconscious, this time sitting on the loo!
On Saturday I bravely fought through a hangover and attended my niece's third birthday party where I met 666suzy666's new kitten, Sparrow. I had a lovely time with the family types and it was wonderful to spend some time with my dear friend Louise who I haven't seen for over a year. I'm not going to let that happen again.
Sunday I cried...
On Monday I got banged up. I had to prove who I am and swear that I'd been a good boy and had lived on the right side of the law (or rather that I'd never been caught...) I liked it. I love the strange, intimidating buildings, I love the atmosphere and the undercurrent of danger (I've missed that so much.) The place had a strange energy. I was told to expect to be very busy, which pleases me. I will not have internet access, however I expect I won't have time to use it.
In the afternoon we wandered up to the Newlands. On the way I acquired a wonderful suit which I'm guessing to be around 40 years old for £2. I got a free tie. Further along I bought three ties for 15p each. Day light robbery. I always feel slightly guilty now when I snag myself a bargain. I'd have gladly paid much more for all the stuff I bought.
We took tea in one of the trendy cafe establishments that are filled the beautiful people of the Newlands (spit). I hate these places, I'd much rather be in a pub or a quaint little tea room with old ladies and cakes or scones on doiley covered plates. Thee Shazbo and I gulped down bowlfuls of sickly sweet hot chocolate which seemed to have mind altering properties.
I carried Jack most of the way home and then did DIY type things until tea time.
Everything is perfect except for... that second worst thing. There's always something; flies in ointments, drawing pins in chocolate cakes, adverts in The Beano...
Sigh.