A small catastrophe
Murky weather, with Calliope causing chaos indoors. She was illegally trespassing on the sink to look from the kitchen window. But she became rooted to the spot in horror as Beth started to use the juicer to make carrot juice. Something that has become a necessity when we received six large bags of carrots from the Sainsbury's delivery, instead of half a dozen carrots. Because Calliope was looking so alarmed, Lorraine grabbed her to take her away. Calliope however turned, mid-air into a flailing ball of horrified cat, and badly scratched Lorraine.
Lorraine dropped the cat, who then escaped by running over the hobs of the cooker, one of which was in use and narrowly avoided. This left poor Lorraine blooded and in pain.
Recovering later, Lorraine carefully repotted lots of seedlings and planted some tomato seeds. These were then placed up in the top bathroom under a velux window, in the cat's old cleaned up plastic litter tray. Before we went to bed, Calliope gratefully used the tomato tray for its original purpose.
In the evening Lorraine, Beth and I went off to meet Matt in the Tavern, who was with Yasin. Always friendly in the Tavern, but a bit of an odd night. We were sat on a table with some random other people, known to Matt from the Tavern, including a well refreshed and handsy lady next to me. We were also under a speaker, making it hard to hear everything, and the others kept talking to me about Las Vegas after Yasin told me he had been there. Jolly good to see Matt though.
Matt had been up since the crack of dawn, and he and Yasin left early. Walking past The Basketmakers, Lorraine, Beth and I were magnetised through its doors for a cheeky couple of far more relaxed drinks there before making our way home.
I took this snap of our chimney pots this morning. I like chimney pots. It also illustrates the thick sea mist that hung over Brighton most of the day.
Lorraine dropped the cat, who then escaped by running over the hobs of the cooker, one of which was in use and narrowly avoided. This left poor Lorraine blooded and in pain.
Recovering later, Lorraine carefully repotted lots of seedlings and planted some tomato seeds. These were then placed up in the top bathroom under a velux window, in the cat's old cleaned up plastic litter tray. Before we went to bed, Calliope gratefully used the tomato tray for its original purpose.
In the evening Lorraine, Beth and I went off to meet Matt in the Tavern, who was with Yasin. Always friendly in the Tavern, but a bit of an odd night. We were sat on a table with some random other people, known to Matt from the Tavern, including a well refreshed and handsy lady next to me. We were also under a speaker, making it hard to hear everything, and the others kept talking to me about Las Vegas after Yasin told me he had been there. Jolly good to see Matt though.
Matt had been up since the crack of dawn, and he and Yasin left early. Walking past The Basketmakers, Lorraine, Beth and I were magnetised through its doors for a cheeky couple of far more relaxed drinks there before making our way home.
I took this snap of our chimney pots this morning. I like chimney pots. It also illustrates the thick sea mist that hung over Brighton most of the day.
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