General witter
Apr. 9th, 2011 03:44 pmGood afternoon, fiends.
Wow - another glorious, glorious day! What a way to lift the spirits.
I am still a bit sniffly and pathetic, but have at least managed to get dressed and have a Skype chat with G and faff about on Flickr... but now I really need to get on with a list of domestic things and do some food shopping before the return of my manbeast tomorrow afternoon (hoorah!)
Last night I stayed up late to try and trick my insomnia by going to bed at the time it normally wakes me up. At one point I found myself lying on the sofa feeling too hot, even in skimpy PJs, so I pulled up my top and discovered that I could watch my bare belly undulate all by itself... weird!
Another weird thing - after next Wed, I won't be renewing my season ticket on my Oyster card. This will be the first time in 14 years that I will be without prepaid access to the tube network... I will be paying as I go, like a tourist! The idea of becoming burb-bound is alien. I might need to take up some form of sexual deviance to properly fit the stereotype... Well I'd better get to the shops. Hope you're all having fun...
Wow - another glorious, glorious day! What a way to lift the spirits.
I am still a bit sniffly and pathetic, but have at least managed to get dressed and have a Skype chat with G and faff about on Flickr... but now I really need to get on with a list of domestic things and do some food shopping before the return of my manbeast tomorrow afternoon (hoorah!)
Last night I stayed up late to try and trick my insomnia by going to bed at the time it normally wakes me up. At one point I found myself lying on the sofa feeling too hot, even in skimpy PJs, so I pulled up my top and discovered that I could watch my bare belly undulate all by itself... weird!
Another weird thing - after next Wed, I won't be renewing my season ticket on my Oyster card. This will be the first time in 14 years that I will be without prepaid access to the tube network... I will be paying as I go, like a tourist! The idea of becoming burb-bound is alien. I might need to take up some form of sexual deviance to properly fit the stereotype...
Speaking of furries... the cats ran out of their 'vet essentials' dried food this morning so I gave them some emergency Whiskas to bolster their breakfast. Whatever they put in Whiskas, I suspect it might be the cat equivalent of eating mini-eggs for breakfast. They wolfed it down in seconds and were hungry for more within an hour. I'd better not get them addicted to it... (I fear it would be like feeding Ruprecht nothing but nuggets and Happy Meals then wondering why he won't eat vegetables).
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Date: 2011-04-09 04:19 pm (UTC)The thought of your tummy undulating all by itself simply confirms my belief that children are in fact Aliens and you can expect Sigourney Weaver to make an appearance sometime soon ;-)
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Date: 2011-04-09 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-09 06:44 pm (UTC)That old '8 out of 10 cats prefer Whiskas' ad neglected to mention the added kittycrack...
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Date: 2011-04-09 08:50 pm (UTC)Jess would only eat Whiskas when she got really old... and by that time I was happy for her to have whatever she liked (but nevertheless I was amazed at how quickly her teeth deteriorated).
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Date: 2011-04-09 09:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-09 07:29 pm (UTC)Bonnie was happy with dried food til we got Clyde from a shelter that fed him on Lidl cat food tins. When I gave him dried food he looked up at me with an expression of 'What's this shit?' Not impressed. So now I have to get up between 6-8am and give the both of them wet food cos monkey see, monkey do.
Now of course Clyde won't eat Lidl cat food - has to be Felix pouches. Delivered at whatever time the dawn chorus starts.
I hate being a cat-butler at times.
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Date: 2011-04-09 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
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