The sink absolutely looked like someone had been murdered there

Dear god, imagine if Spike had got into this

I’ve just seen it. Odd is one word…

All right, knackered now. But the house does look pretty. (I did some outside lights yesterday, but it’s raining now and I can’t be arsed to go out and photograph them. Just imagine a glowing white cat, like a ghost)

I really don’t!

Fifteen years ago I went to the pub and came home with a starved, flea-bitten stray kitten. I called her Jemima, and she spent the next fourteen years gouging chunks out of me with her teeth and claws. I miss her very much.

Here she is before, after, and posing for her folk rock album with Spike.

Given it’s mostly dad who feeds them (about forty times a day, because he hasn’t figured out that asking for food and actually eating it are two separate hobbies) they might be trying to tell me something more pointed.

I’m not sure if they’ve developed table manners or they’re reprimanding mine for leaving the plate out.

The sewing might take a little longer, but I probably won’t ache as much. (I said probably)

Yep. Am still working on the toile cos it needed a lot of fitting alterations. Is *anybody* the standard shape in the patterns?

Well, these two are excessively foolish… but they are not stupid

He assures me this is comfortable

We used to have a good Tory MP. Even saying that now feels like a fever dream.

What’s that feeling like?