I wish I could go to London this summer and see
this.
I watched most of a "observational" documentary on the Crazy Horse in Paris last night. I must be a philistine because the majority of the reviews I read today thought it was brilliant. I found it extremely tedious.
The skirrets have come back! I didn't kill them after all! And there's sorrel. Must use some soon.
Must vote today.
I really miss being a 16th century gentlewoman.
Our washing machine is busted, just enough that doing laundry requires constant attention, but not enough that we've run out and bought a new one. The dial won't advance, but one can do it manually. This has happened before, but it miraculously fixed itself. I'm not holding out for a similar miracle.
Albert continues to be the most loveable cat I've ever met. He's never happier than when in the crook of someone's arm, preferably when someone else is scratching his head.