You know how some days it is just too darn hard to challenge your intellectual grey cells an that - so with that in mind please let me know if I am being too high-brow for anyone.

What do fish think about when they are swimming around in their tank for goodness sake. Castle, seaweed, rock, castle, seaweed, rock, castle.........

Oh today was Vivid Trouser Day, a day for seeing people in very loud trousers. You know how it is when you keep seeing people with similar clothes-sense or lack thereof. We also encountered a lot of drunks this evening but that's hardly noteworthy.

I used to be a cleaner in a doctor's surgery many, many years ago (and it always used to bug me that people thought I was a cleaner because I was too stupid to be anything else). The other day we had our practice review where a team of people come along and assess our progress through the year. We are on track - a lot of which is because of me, blows own trumpet again - and one of the outside assessors was one of the doctors who used to employ me as a cleaner! Satisfied feeling!

I have now, unfortunately, finished my four-pack of miniature Baileys............

Sorry this is disjointed, I'm wuzzy!

Some bl**dy cat has just come in and robbed my babies of their food and on the way out broke the catflap. I don't need that kind of aggravation at this time of night. Katie walking around all fat-tailed and anxious and even Sylve looks agitated and keeps washing his paraphenalia. The old strange lady next door - one of those eccentric types who lives in stacked up newspaper and animal droppings has about a dozen or more interbred cats, all semi-feral and most of them in and out of our house. I have spoken to the RSPCA a few times but although they have attended her abode in the past they are now no longer able to do anything. Why? Because the ridiculous woman the other side claims to help take care of them. The RSPCA can't take all the animals away anyway because our neighbour is elderly and needs the company - she's got two dogs for goodness sake, how much company does she need.

Enough ranting already.

My boy child is away on tour now for the rest of the year, more or less. But he was back for a day on Wednesday and phoned me twenty minutes before I was due to go out for a girl's night out to ask me if I could just quickly make two good luck cards. His g/f and her father had both forgotten to buy her mother a first-night good-luck card. Time to earn myself some brownie points I thought. I managed to make two quite different cards while tottering around the house in high heels (well high for me - since I broke my foot, heels are a trial) collecting glue, card etc. while daubing myself with lippie and looking for loose change. Happy days!

Just spent this evening doing drama games at a social night. Life has a reassuring surreality to it at times.

Oooh I need my bed... although I have been sleeping with a rip in the sheet and it get's bigger each night so I could get scrumpled up and entangled...............