If I look hard enough into the setting sun

First John Peel, now Tommy Vance. This sucks. I used to listen to him on Radio One in the early 1980s, and I was still listening to him on Virgin Radio Classic Rock until a few days ago... still am, since they're using his lovely voice on a lot of their trailers. I hope they keep using them once this week's tribute to him is over.

If I look hard enough into the setting sun

First John Peel, now Tommy Vance. This sucks. I used to listen to him on Radio One in the early 1980s, and I was still listening to him on Virgin Radio Classic Rock until a few days ago... still am, since they're using his lovely voice on a lot of their trailers. I hope they keep using them once this week's tribute to him is over.

The morning kicked me in the head

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I wasn't going to do another entry but this meme from myrystyr made me giggle.

Shitloads of things I ought to be doing. Dogs need walking, foul bedroom wallpaper needs stripping, floor needs cleaning (I've done the lounge & kitchen floor but not the bedroom yet. And the lounge could already do with doing again.)

When I took the dogs out to pee earlier, I was struck by the smell of my flat as I came in from outside. Most places I've lived in have smelt either doggy or cigarette-smoky or both, despite cleaning/incense burning/permanently open windows, but this place smells of antibacterial floor wipes. I consider that a small victory over the forces of foulness...

I also have a small bathroom problem. (No, it's not going to be one of those TMI moments, you can keep reading...) My dogs don't like being away from me. It's natural for them to follow me into the bathroom. They also don't like being shut into small rooms, so over the years I've fallen into the habit of not closing the bathroom door except when there's someone else in the house. But I can't do that here - there's a clear view into my bathroom from the upper windows of the house opposite (the one with the bunnies in their back garden.) And although I do have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, there are limits - so I've been shutting the door. Usually that means shutting Spike in with me and Squish out (Spike's both quicker and clingier). Not a problem if I'm just going for a pee, but if I'm in there longer (like my bath this morning) Squish gets upset at being excluded and Spike gets antsy about the interesting stuff that's bound to be happening on the other side of the closed door. And that makes them both bark and scratch the door.

So I had a brainwave - I used the rubber door wedge to wedge the door open about ten inches. Open enough for the dogs to come and go, closed enough for privacy. Should have been ideal - except that while Spike was policing me to make sure I didn't drown/escape/do anything interesting without him, Squish stole the rubber wedge and chewed it up.

Am thinking of installing a dog-door in my bog door...

The morning kicked me in the head

Take the quiz at dicepool.com

I wasn't going to do another entry but this meme from myrystyr made me giggle.

Shitloads of things I ought to be doing. Dogs need walking, foul bedroom wallpaper needs stripping, floor needs cleaning (I've done the lounge & kitchen floor but not the bedroom yet. And the lounge could already do with doing again.)

When I took the dogs out to pee earlier, I was struck by the smell of my flat as I came in from outside. Most places I've lived in have smelt either doggy or cigarette-smoky or both, despite cleaning/incense burning/permanently open windows, but this place smells of antibacterial floor wipes. I consider that a small victory over the forces of foulness...

I also have a small bathroom problem. (No, it's not going to be one of those TMI moments, you can keep reading...) My dogs don't like being away from me. It's natural for them to follow me into the bathroom. They also don't like being shut into small rooms, so over the years I've fallen into the habit of not closing the bathroom door except when there's someone else in the house. But I can't do that here - there's a clear view into my bathroom from the upper windows of the house opposite (the one with the bunnies in their back garden.) And although I do have a bit of an exhibitionist streak, there are limits - so I've been shutting the door. Usually that means shutting Spike in with me and Squish out (Spike's both quicker and clingier). Not a problem if I'm just going for a pee, but if I'm in there longer (like my bath this morning) Squish gets upset at being excluded and Spike gets antsy about the interesting stuff that's bound to be happening on the other side of the closed door. And that makes them both bark and scratch the door.

So I had a brainwave - I used the rubber door wedge to wedge the door open about ten inches. Open enough for the dogs to come and go, closed enough for privacy. Should have been ideal - except that while Spike was policing me to make sure I didn't drown/escape/do anything interesting without him, Squish stole the rubber wedge and chewed it up.

Am thinking of installing a dog-door in my bog door...