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Grr. Some fucking obsessive clean freak in this building flooded the lower stairwell with what smelled like neat bleach. It's lying on the floor in pools, and just walking through made my eyes water and my nose run. No way to avoid the dogs walking in it on the way out and back. I just sponged all their paws off in case it burns or they want to lick them, which Spike heartily disliked.
Spike has taken to sleeping pressed against the door of the cat room. His is a pure and slightly creepy love. Cassie did come out to say hello to him yesterday when I fed her, though.
Kittens later. My sister's lovely bloke came over on the way back from visiting Mum last night and drove me to Grimmauld Place and back so I didn't need to walk it. Joy! He also took a short video of the kittens on his new camcorder (their excuse was that they'd want it to take baby videos, but I know my sister - any excuse to buy nice toys!) We didn't have the software to upload it straight to my HD but he's promised to email it soonest.
It's colder and cloudy today; looks like rain. Maybe even that thunderstorm I hear rumours about. More joy!
Oh, and my fucking kitchen tap is broken! It's not just dripping, it's unstoppably, noisily trickling. Must ring Council before I lose my last remaining marbles.
Spike has taken to sleeping pressed against the door of the cat room. His is a pure and slightly creepy love. Cassie did come out to say hello to him yesterday when I fed her, though.
Kittens later. My sister's lovely bloke came over on the way back from visiting Mum last night and drove me to Grimmauld Place and back so I didn't need to walk it. Joy! He also took a short video of the kittens on his new camcorder (their excuse was that they'd want it to take baby videos, but I know my sister - any excuse to buy nice toys!) We didn't have the software to upload it straight to my HD but he's promised to email it soonest.
It's colder and cloudy today; looks like rain. Maybe even that thunderstorm I hear rumours about. More joy!
Oh, and my fucking kitchen tap is broken! It's not just dripping, it's unstoppably, noisily trickling. Must ring Council before I lose my last remaining marbles.
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