Having given my clothes the once over has had a very positive effect. I found some lovely things I hoarded over the years. I’m writing to you in my brand new vintage Harrods pajamas that came in one of the many intakes. I’ve got my big blue knitted socks on that Lou made. I’ve made sure I know where all my soft comfy things are located so I can be ultimate chill at home. We are negotiating new cat relationships, and Boo has gone full hornycat which makes nuance almost impossible. These are two very different cats. This is Misty with catnip:
This is Boo with catnip:
Boo gonna be Boo, she’s the Keith Flint of cats and I support it wholeheartedly. But damn she’s horny right now and there’s nothing we can do. We were advised by the vet to let them get to know each other first before getting her spayed, so we are doing that.
Dear Misty, she’s learned to drink out of the loo. That’s a Boo trick. Boo is an explorer, a breaker of boundaries. Misty is a traditional ragdoll, calm and happy but very much an idea stealer.
I’m dayjobbing tomorrow, hurrah. We had early dinner and I’m still very much on early bed with two jetlagged antipodean timers here, and I’ve just come from Lou.
12:45 start. That’s late. I’ll likely swan about in my posh pajamas with my horny cat until just before I have to start. What a life, eh? Look at them yoyos, that’s the way you do it.
I dropped a load of clothes at charity. Listed some junk on eBay. Slowly… slowly. Definitely happy to be back on eBay. I lost faith with the whole variable selling fees madness. They’ve dumped it.
AlBarclay 