No life for a hypochondriac



Started the day watching this brilliant music video by Grace Jones, which Toby had sent me overnight. Simple but stunning visually. And musically pretty excellent too. As one of the 12 year old commentators said: Grace eats Madonna for breakfast.

Otherwise, left feeling that this is no life for a hypochondriac. Manacled to desk, slogging hour after hour on copy which encourages men to go to the doctor. And touches not only on erection problems but a whole world of other conditions too. These considerations broken only by a solitary call from Beth who was setting up her aquarium.

Emerged blinking into the outside world at 4:30 for some air and some shopping. Cooked a good old fashioned spag bol tonight, with loads of garlic and fresh herbs, and Parmesan. Lorraine came around, after going to her backcracker. I fed her and heard about a day of abominable meetings. We sat on the sofa in a braindead but companionable way, while Calliope flung herself at us from various angles.

Below Calliope hiding in cat flap box.


Comments

Amanda said…
Great facial distortions in that video.

We are about to go and get a magnetic catflap to protect Noodle. Do they work OK?

Cheers,
Mandy
Peter Kenny said…
They seem to work fine. Anton and Anna have one for their three cats and it's been fine for the last year. Just installed mine, called CAT MATE, and it seems to be good, though the kitten is still struggling with the concept...