There'll be vets bills, no doubt...
Brrr. It's cold!
Right, that's my small concession to reality out of the way. On to other matters.
It seems I may have been wrong about that dark cloud on the horizon. Black and fluffy though she may have been, up close Miranda turned out to be, in fact (or whatever passes for fact in here), a cat. Yes, a cat. Not some pretty young thing who might catch Albert's i, or Lucy's for that matter, but a cat. Well, I for one am not happy about it. Not only do I still have to put up with Albert and Lucy mooning over eachother - Oh! Albert! Oh! Lucy! (Bah! I say) - but now, after 27 years of successfully avoiding anything resembling responsbilities, I find myself saddled with a cat.
She's a pet for Albert and Lucy really, but they're always off gallivanting, so I have to drop in and kasjhdiaiacbsjhbvbj ioasdlk askj akuh sfjkdjkadasdlasklhzxnmvbncvbn sssssssssssdddddddddf Shoo! Get off! Down! I won't tell you again!
Humph. The sooner that animal gets trained, the better. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Albert and Lucy are always off gallivanting. They're probably ensconced in some Tokyo love-hotel or something as we speak (and why not, I suppose). So I have to make sure Miranda's fed, change her water, check she hasn't got herself stuck on top of the sidebar again, that sort of thing. And there I was wondering if this sprouting seeds malarkey wasn't a commitment too far! Very healthy, I gather. Oops, another bit of reality seems to have crept in there. Well, that's two for you. Count yourselves lucky. Not about the sprouting seeds thing. Just in general. Not everyone has a computer, do they? Sorry, I'm digressing. Mind you, this whole blog's one giant ever-expanding digression really, so I don't know what I'm apologising for.... Give me that apology back! Seriously. I need it. I make an awful lot of mistakes.
Hmm? Oh. This post? It's a potplant (not that kind, more's the pity). Probably one of those big Yucca things. I haven't got the headspace for another character today. I'm supposed to be doing something productive for a couple of days. No, really.
Right, that's my small concession to reality out of the way. On to other matters.
It seems I may have been wrong about that dark cloud on the horizon. Black and fluffy though she may have been, up close Miranda turned out to be, in fact (or whatever passes for fact in here), a cat. Yes, a cat. Not some pretty young thing who might catch Albert's i, or Lucy's for that matter, but a cat. Well, I for one am not happy about it. Not only do I still have to put up with Albert and Lucy mooning over eachother - Oh! Albert! Oh! Lucy! (Bah! I say) - but now, after 27 years of successfully avoiding anything resembling responsbilities, I find myself saddled with a cat.
She's a pet for Albert and Lucy really, but they're always off gallivanting, so I have to drop in and kasjhdiaiacbsjhbvbj ioasdlk askj akuh sfjkdjkadasdlasklhzxnmvbncvbn sssssssssssdddddddddf Shoo! Get off! Down! I won't tell you again!
Humph. The sooner that animal gets trained, the better. Anyway, where was I? Oh, yes. Albert and Lucy are always off gallivanting. They're probably ensconced in some Tokyo love-hotel or something as we speak (and why not, I suppose). So I have to make sure Miranda's fed, change her water, check she hasn't got herself stuck on top of the sidebar again, that sort of thing. And there I was wondering if this sprouting seeds malarkey wasn't a commitment too far! Very healthy, I gather. Oops, another bit of reality seems to have crept in there. Well, that's two for you. Count yourselves lucky. Not about the sprouting seeds thing. Just in general. Not everyone has a computer, do they? Sorry, I'm digressing. Mind you, this whole blog's one giant ever-expanding digression really, so I don't know what I'm apologising for.... Give me that apology back! Seriously. I need it. I make an awful lot of mistakes.
Hmm? Oh. This post? It's a potplant (not that kind, more's the pity). Probably one of those big Yucca things. I haven't got the headspace for another character today. I'm supposed to be doing something productive for a couple of days. No, really.
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