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Fluffy the Insect Slayer
May. 31st, 2011 05:58 pmGood afternoon all... how are things going in fiend-land?
LIfe in Meanieland has become rather a sluggish and antisocial affair of late, but I'm going snap out of it in a few mins and go for dinner with a friend in Richmond (hoorah!)
My major daily achievement these days is to see how many hours I can last between loo visits during the night. On a good night, I can sneak in 2 or 3 hours of unbroken sleep. The rest of the time I just give up and spend the between-loo hours reading comfort tosh on my Kindle. Apparently it's all good training for what is to come, though I doubt it is doing wonders to scintillate my conversational skills... (pity my poor dinner date).
Other than that I've spent the last few days ensconced in chairs, feeling NOT COMFY and trying to fend off back ache via my TENS machine (which can only be described as a sensation of extreme oddness) and footling about with pointy sticks and updating my craft blog with knitty nonsense and candlemaking.
I've also been spending a fair amount of time marvelling at the gorgeous, luxuriant being that is Truffle (still smitten) and the unstoppable, faster-than-lightening fly-slayer that is Harriet. Seriously, you'd think a fly would have no trouble escaping a small cat, but she is a total ninja... while Truffle merely looks on with upside-down-head from her furry blanket of luxury. (Speaking of which... given the Naomi/Cadburys debacle, d'you think it was a bit racist of me to name my beautiful, brown, streakey cat after chocolate and ganache?)
LIfe in Meanieland has become rather a sluggish and antisocial affair of late, but I'm going snap out of it in a few mins and go for dinner with a friend in Richmond (hoorah!)
My major daily achievement these days is to see how many hours I can last between loo visits during the night. On a good night, I can sneak in 2 or 3 hours of unbroken sleep. The rest of the time I just give up and spend the between-loo hours reading comfort tosh on my Kindle. Apparently it's all good training for what is to come, though I doubt it is doing wonders to scintillate my conversational skills... (pity my poor dinner date).
Other than that I've spent the last few days ensconced in chairs, feeling NOT COMFY and trying to fend off back ache via my TENS machine (which can only be described as a sensation of extreme oddness) and footling about with pointy sticks and updating my craft blog with knitty nonsense and candlemaking.
I've also been spending a fair amount of time marvelling at the gorgeous, luxuriant being that is Truffle (still smitten) and the unstoppable, faster-than-lightening fly-slayer that is Harriet. Seriously, you'd think a fly would have no trouble escaping a small cat, but she is a total ninja... while Truffle merely looks on with upside-down-head from her furry blanket of luxury. (Speaking of which... given the Naomi/Cadburys debacle, d'you think it was a bit racist of me to name my beautiful, brown, streakey cat after chocolate and ganache?)
Tomorrow I'm looking forward to some more idle socialising courtesy of Rosa-M and Sara Lou. It's Sara's turn for magic-massage, though I am hoping to sneak in another wee sesh of miraculous foot shrinkage if possible... (dreamy sigh)
In other news - I am scared of the killer cucumbers. I mean, really... cucumbers! The most innocuous foodstuff known to man. And organic ones at that. Who would ever suspect them? How can we ever feel safe again?
