Cat bastardly-ness and dogs on strings...
So a couple of weeks ago we installed an internal cat flap in the door between the kitchen and dining room due to the extreme drafts in our old and draft-ridden house. Spooks is quite capable of getting through it from kitchen to dining room, but is apparently utterly incapable of going the other way to where, unfortunately, her food and litter tray is...anyone see where this is going? Yep, when Peet got home today he discovered she had gone upstairs and shit on the bathroom floor. Sigh. Any suggestions?
Sunday saw us in Sheffield at New Model Army again - marvellous gig, much more lively than Tuesday in Wolverhampton. The mosh pit was carnage! Peet has the scrapes and bruises to prove it - I had my own personal bodyguard (thanks Carl!) so was fine. 51st State nearly incited a riot, and I nearly got knocked off Peet's shoulders during Purity - all in all much fun was had!
Got back yesterday and Peet had to take the pink extensions that Jo had put into my hair in Whitby out as my roots had started to dread. I was wearing a stripy jumper at the time, and couldn't help but feel that all I needed was a dog on a string and I would be an original crusty!
Sunday saw us in Sheffield at New Model Army again - marvellous gig, much more lively than Tuesday in Wolverhampton. The mosh pit was carnage! Peet has the scrapes and bruises to prove it - I had my own personal bodyguard (thanks Carl!) so was fine. 51st State nearly incited a riot, and I nearly got knocked off Peet's shoulders during Purity - all in all much fun was had!
Got back yesterday and Peet had to take the pink extensions that Jo had put into my hair in Whitby out as my roots had started to dread. I was wearing a stripy jumper at the time, and couldn't help but feel that all I needed was a dog on a string and I would be an original crusty!