just your average day

Iggy did a somewhat overambitious twizzle on the fridge/freezer in the kitchen last night, and fell off^H^H^H^H made an unorthodox descent. For reasons which escape me now, I thought I might be able to catch a fully grown male Bengal with one hand – I couldn’t, but got a nice gouge in my finger for trying.

someone left a dead mouse in the hall this morning.

Pteppic has started eating raw ox cheek [boggle], and managed to turn on the study hi-fi on Monday night, treating us (if that’s the word) to a blast of Anne Widdecombe just after we’d gone to bed – the stuff of nightmares, that one.

how’s that to be going on with?