9:23 a.m. and all’s well here. Not much else to say than that. Dolly is sulking in a dark corner somewhere, trying to make Graham feel guilty for ruining her comfortable living room. Graham, when he’s not attempting to console Dolly, is dividing his time between Muse message boards and the scraping up of 30-year old Marley tiles from the living room floor. Me, long since immune to the whinings and moanings of the Mega-cat, I’m keeping warm, happy, and as out of the way as I can manage.
Like I say, all’s well here.
out of the way is the best way for me.
That’s what I do best!
But the tea, John – who is making the tea if you’re staying out of the way? We all know Graham can’t do his work properly without a constant supply of tea.
what no photo of miss mega cat scowling? Oh that’s right you are out of the way. lol
No quotes at all from Dolly? I’ve been expecting quite a noisy piece of her mind against ever moving house ever, ever, ever! again. Oh, well, probably if you took out all the unpublishable stuff it’d be pretty pale reading, so never mind, and an extra scritch behind the ears for her from me, please?