Despite being up till four in the morning, I actually feel quite good and I'm not running too late. The Pack need a looong walk today - I cut them a little short yesterday because 1. it was still pissing down with rain and 2. Squish found a cat while rooting through the big hedge, chased it up a tree and made an exhibition of himself ignoring me and yelping like a maniac under the tree. I've given up wondering if his voice will ever break - he can do a full-throated deep Big Dog bark, I've heard him, but usually when he opens his mouth what comes out is a silly shrill noise more suited to a chihuahua than a 50lb hunting dog. Of course, since he is, in fact, a 50lb hunting dog, the volume of the noise is more like 300 chihuahuas yelping all at once - an indescribable, ear-shattering, nerve-shredding noise. It's particularly nasty when he lurks behind me and produces one out of the blue, which he sometimes does when he's attention-seeking.
Spike is also a great talker - he doesn't bark so much, but he has a marvellous range of growls, soft little yips, wroo-wrooo-wroooos and monster noises... think of Chewbacca and you have Spike's conversational style right there. And it is conversation - if you talk to him he talks right back, unless you say "Sukie" or "Whaaaat?" - both those words make him go berserk and bark the house down...
Moved the fridge into the flat yesterday, and discovered that the kitchen is too small to hold both a fridge and a cooker... there's a gap in the worktops clearly designed to hold one or the other, but once I put the fridge in there I realised that I'd have to move it when/if I get a cooker - the only other option would be to have it blocking either the window or the radiator. I could probably live without a full-sized cooker - I already have Auntie Jeannie's old microwave, Mum has a baby Belling knocking around that would probably be adequate, or I could get a Remoska, which I've always rather fancied - it's not like I do a great deal of cooking when it's just me to cook for...
Of course, the fridge could always go in the big store cupboard. Just seems weird not to have it in the kitchen...
Job for today: Mum and I are going to take the wooden stereo stand and the TV stand over, as well as whatever cutlery and other odds and sods we can sort out - Mum has a complete set knocking around she doesn't use, that was either Nanny's or Auntie Jeannie's... I'm already tempted to back out because of wanting to stick around for H and Terran, but I really mustn't... I shall compromise by not doing more than one trip over there and not letting Mum dawdle. Besides, if the last few days are anything to go by he'll be too busy for any serious fun...
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Spike is also a great talker - he doesn't bark so much, but he has a marvellous range of growls, soft little yips, wroo-wrooo-wroooos and monster noises... think of Chewbacca and you have Spike's conversational style right there. And it is conversation - if you talk to him he talks right back, unless you say "Sukie" or "Whaaaat?" - both those words make him go berserk and bark the house down...
Moved the fridge into the flat yesterday, and discovered that the kitchen is too small to hold both a fridge and a cooker... there's a gap in the worktops clearly designed to hold one or the other, but once I put the fridge in there I realised that I'd have to move it when/if I get a cooker - the only other option would be to have it blocking either the window or the radiator. I could probably live without a full-sized cooker - I already have Auntie Jeannie's old microwave, Mum has a baby Belling knocking around that would probably be adequate, or I could get a Remoska, which I've always rather fancied - it's not like I do a great deal of cooking when it's just me to cook for...
Of course, the fridge could always go in the big store cupboard. Just seems weird not to have it in the kitchen...
Job for today: Mum and I are going to take the wooden stereo stand and the TV stand over, as well as whatever cutlery and other odds and sods we can sort out - Mum has a complete set knocking around she doesn't use, that was either Nanny's or Auntie Jeannie's... I'm already tempted to back out because of wanting to stick around for H and Terran, but I really mustn't... I shall compromise by not doing more than one trip over there and not letting Mum dawdle. Besides, if the last few days are anything to go by he'll be too busy for any serious fun...
Meme of the day, nicked from
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You scored as Thalia. You are Thalia, the muse of comedy. You are constantly finding the humor in every situation. However, you are a gossip, and you love to revel in other people's torrid affairs.
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