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freckles_and_doubt) wrote2009-04-02 04:47 pm
freckles_and_doubt) wrote2009-04-02 04:47 pm
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OMG! I just realised that I'm going to be in Britain for Easter, which means I get to watch the Doctor Who Easter special at the precise instant of its release!
*fangirlfangirlfangirl*
This house is chaos: the entire contents of the kitchen are all over the counters while we scrub cupboards, and a nice young man is installing a ceiling in the bathroom. Every time he uses his drill the lights dim momentarily - this post brought to you courtesy of not actually a sudden blackout, hopefully.
The proceedings have been enlivened by Scabby!Cat, a half-grown stray not entirely unlike Ounce in approximate colour and markings, who's been trying to adopt my dad for months, but who is being ejected hard-heartedly because (a) my dad's leaving, and (b) he's fallen over the dratted animal twice already. My dad's illness is destroying the muscles in his legs quite fast enough without feline intervention, thank you very much. Anyway, Scabby!Cat is desperately affectionate, likes to stand on his head on your feet, and yowls more or less continually for food, affection or both. He's worse than Widget, the half-Siamese tabby we identified as a new breed called the Mowbray Howler. I'd post a pic of Scabby!Cat, but my dad's computer recks not my camera. Phooey.
Now I shall go and sling stew into my dad, whose illness also makes him lose weight like dammit, so he has to be fed rich, filling dishes more or less continuously. I think I'm in some kind of cook's heaven.
*fangirlfangirlfangirl*
This house is chaos: the entire contents of the kitchen are all over the counters while we scrub cupboards, and a nice young man is installing a ceiling in the bathroom. Every time he uses his drill the lights dim momentarily - this post brought to you courtesy of not actually a sudden blackout, hopefully.
The proceedings have been enlivened by Scabby!Cat, a half-grown stray not entirely unlike Ounce in approximate colour and markings, who's been trying to adopt my dad for months, but who is being ejected hard-heartedly because (a) my dad's leaving, and (b) he's fallen over the dratted animal twice already. My dad's illness is destroying the muscles in his legs quite fast enough without feline intervention, thank you very much. Anyway, Scabby!Cat is desperately affectionate, likes to stand on his head on your feet, and yowls more or less continually for food, affection or both. He's worse than Widget, the half-Siamese tabby we identified as a new breed called the Mowbray Howler. I'd post a pic of Scabby!Cat, but my dad's computer recks not my camera. Phooey.
Now I shall go and sling stew into my dad, whose illness also makes him lose weight like dammit, so he has to be fed rich, filling dishes more or less continuously. I think I'm in some kind of cook's heaven.
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If you're anywhere near London, a phonecall/visit would be lovely.
020 7739 2148
07717 070 216
I realise your sched. is probably packed, but Robert cooks a mean dinner, and offers beverage of choices. No kitties, sadly. :-/
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