Blogging batteries have been low recently, all the while that, ironically, there has been quite a lot of stuff happening to write about.
Headings.
I did a gig. In fact two of them. In a theatre. (Ahh, the theatre - how I have missed it! How it didn't even notice I'd gone!) All for the sake of an extraordinary vocal impressionist, who might be coming to a theatre near you in the not too distant future. Having spent so much time standing on stages over the years it was a strange reacquainance with the sensation of being looked at (occasionally) by a lot of people. I quite liked it.
The cat has learned to use the cat-flap, after a week of being stuffed (by me) through it both ways. She has no idea that it is her microchip that opens it, I am sure. Very confusing, because it is transparent. She doesn't like pressing her head against it so she dabs at it. Otherwise she sits inside looking out at a small television-screen shaped part of the garden and watches, And watches. The cat who use to come in and eat her food occasionally stares back.
Got a call from the police at 1 a.m. recently, looking for someone to come and collect one of my nieces, who was yelling in the background as the duty sergeant explained that the young gel had been dumped off at the station, having thrown up all over his cab and refused to pay for it. That was his story. The young gel, whose mobile had our number first up, later gave a different account of events. She says her drink was spiked. Perhaps. I think the only doubt remaining now is whether it was her twenty third or twenty fourth drink that was spiked. Anyway. I shopped her to her parents, who came from wherever to get her home.
I am awaiting a decision on another book idea. There might be buns for tea if it's a yes.
So, Merry Xmas to all! Peace and goodwill etc.