About three weeks of hard work, that was. Finished now and up on the web somewhere. I really must find out where sometime. Still, they put enough goodwill into my current account, so details can wait.
Highlight of the week or possibly the month was a small blogmeet last Thursday. Pints were consumed but I feel a veil should be drawn over much of the evening. It was my first trip out since they banned smoking in pubs and I have to say what a good thing I think that is. Not a smoker meself, not for twenty eight years anyway, and I rather liked not having my eyes sting after an hour and my clothes smelling like an ashtray the next morning. And as for all that twaddle about pubs smelling terrible - well they don't. They don't smell any worse than the rest of London, and maybe a good deal better. They don't smell of kebabs or diesel or McDonald's chip oil or urine. All we need now is to get rid of the bloody music.
We're away on a trip as of this morning and won't be back for a few days. Behave while I'm gone, please.
Lizzie the kitten is one year old!
That means, in feline terms, that she is now a cat. Lizzie the cat. Who woulda thunk it? The new member of our family already an adult.
We invited her into our lives for many reasons but one of them was to fight the mice who live under our fridge, who party till late in its warm glow, defiantly ignoring the list of our children's achievements stuck on the front with magnets bought from museums. Lizzie takes no interest in mice, defiantly ignoring our hopes and dreams for her.
What she likes, what floats her little furry boat, is buzzers. She can actually catch bluebottles, playing with them, patting them, pushing them around on the carpet in front of her. We have also seen her eat them, so they aren't just dollies for her. End result - the mice run the lower ground floor, but flies round here have to look out. She's not good on her natural science though, and seems as interested in other buzzy things. Considering that wasps are a lot easier to catch than flies I think she might get a sharp lesson soon and a bit of a hurty paw into the bargain. Been a bit of a lack of wasps so far this year, which we put down to the current global cooling, but a hot snap might bring unwelcome developments.
In other news I have been writing stuff for a site which has offered to pay me. Not for this sort of nonsense but for academic style pieces about Indian history. Well, whooda thunk that either? Very time consuming, and a bit brain eating as well. Lots of hilarious stories to tell about trying to trace Indian history through Google though. Bet you can't wait.