Belated birthday celebrations, cat protests and fascists
Calliope mental this morning I suspect made tetchy by being unable to get to the fish. Biting my feet without provocation as I got out of bed, and then springing about savaging Lorraine's socks for at least ten minutes. When I got downstairs the fish food had been removed from a shelf, bitten open and emptied into the killing field rug.
Despite many cat nose prints on their glass, the four angels slightly less timid and looking pearlescent in the natural light.
Did no work today, instead food shopped, bought Janet a belated birthday present, and helpfully offered you-don't-want-to-do-it-like-that suggestions to Lorraine who was having to do some weekend work.
Also attended another meeting of Twitten denizens. These are quite cheery affairs, and my neighbours are a likeable lot. All gathering in a knot in the sun, and then drifting into Chris's house, which has a long room lined with chairs, which is becoming our civic centre. No major issues, which was nice. Talk of establishing a Neighbourhood watch scheme, which as Hilary pointed out we already have without the stickers.
Home then tidying and getting ready for Janet and Ken, who came around at six and stayed till almost eleven. We all had a great time, and it did my heart good to see them. Both on cheery form, Janet sporting a bag of her own design with a bark-like pattern. Quantities of wine drunk, and Roquefort gorged, as well as roast chicken, salads and new potatoes, and fresh strawberries and cherries.
After Lorraine and Janet and Ken left, I cleared up and then watched the sobering results of the European Elections on TV. Shamefully, the racist fascist party The British National Party won two seats and centre right and far right winning seats across Europe on a record low poll of 41 percent. Labour's vote falling apart. Gordon Brown will be lucky to last the week.
Calliope mental this morning I suspect made tetchy by being unable to get to the fish. Biting my feet without provocation as I got out of bed, and then springing about savaging Lorraine's socks for at least ten minutes. When I got downstairs the fish food had been removed from a shelf, bitten open and emptied into the killing field rug.
Despite many cat nose prints on their glass, the four angels slightly less timid and looking pearlescent in the natural light.
Did no work today, instead food shopped, bought Janet a belated birthday present, and helpfully offered you-don't-want-to-do-it-like-that suggestions to Lorraine who was having to do some weekend work.
Also attended another meeting of Twitten denizens. These are quite cheery affairs, and my neighbours are a likeable lot. All gathering in a knot in the sun, and then drifting into Chris's house, which has a long room lined with chairs, which is becoming our civic centre. No major issues, which was nice. Talk of establishing a Neighbourhood watch scheme, which as Hilary pointed out we already have without the stickers.
Home then tidying and getting ready for Janet and Ken, who came around at six and stayed till almost eleven. We all had a great time, and it did my heart good to see them. Both on cheery form, Janet sporting a bag of her own design with a bark-like pattern. Quantities of wine drunk, and Roquefort gorged, as well as roast chicken, salads and new potatoes, and fresh strawberries and cherries.
After Lorraine and Janet and Ken left, I cleared up and then watched the sobering results of the European Elections on TV. Shamefully, the racist fascist party The British National Party won two seats and centre right and far right winning seats across Europe on a record low poll of 41 percent. Labour's vote falling apart. Gordon Brown will be lucky to last the week.
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