A peaceful day today. I’m writing to you as I sit in front of another early evening fire that I’m starting. There’s half a bottle of wine that I may or may not look at. I’ll cook something once the fire has taken.
Carlos has decided that sitting on me is the best place. Wherever I am. Whatever I’m doing. Last night he spent all night in the Pickle place. That’s where the tiny cat who introduced me to cat keeping would position herself for maximum warmth and contact, and minimum chance of being kicked. Curled up by my heart. I’m a radiator so he enjoyed the heat, but since I woke he has been following me around. If I’m still he clambers on me. If I’m not he shouts until I am. I’ve had to break up some territorial disputes with Rajah now as Carlos is pretty much certain that I’m his property. His personal pillow.
Camden council issued me a very dodgy fine for badly signposted road restrictions on October. I drove into them trying to avoid them. The signs were atrociously placed. I appealed it and then went and did Christmas Carol before the result. My appeal failed for weasel reasons and I was too busy to notice until I missed the deadline to go to the adjudicator and win. As a result they now want £204 for something that was entirely their fault. And I have to pay as I missed the appeal window. I kinda took my foot off the gas as I knew my original appeal was ironclad. But not according to them. And now they’ve got me over a barrel. £204 quid. For a bullshit restriction where the signs pushed me into offence. Absolute fuckers. I hope the guy who wrote the letter gets raw and itchy bollocks for a month.
I’m catching up with admin. About time really. There’s a lot to catch up on. Thankfully I’ve got tomorrow as well.
AlBarclay 