lunch rambles

I'm impatient for vet news telling me that my two lil fluffbags have recovered from their spaying without too much trauma.  I felt like a total "Suella" and a half this morning as I fought poor, hungry Truffle into the cat-box.  It was made worse by the fact that she was purring ever so trustingly when I picked her up - thinking that she'd escaped big-baddie G with his evil cat box and that I was about to give her some breakfast...  and then I betrayed her with cat-box prison.  I will have to think up some special treat for them this evening. 

Meanwhile Harriet, total brainless ditz that she is, went cheefully into the box with all of the wide-eyed naivety of one who has forgotten what happened the last 3 times she was put in there.   I do hope her flat chest did not cause any complications with the anaesthetic.

In other news, the local tecchie repair spods in Twickers have estimated that they can replace Willow's screen for c £200.  And G has delved into her specs and discovered that she is in no way due for an upgrade - in fact she's on a par with the latest Macbooks.  So if I get her fixed she might do me for another 1 - 2 years.  Fair enough...  no new shiny for me this year.

Well, that's my lunch eaten so I'd better get on...

Hope all is jolly in your world.