Sadly, we had to have Gromit put down on Friday night.
He was 13 years old, and considering he was a psychopathic monster eating at the Last Chance chewy-stick bowl when we rescued him, he did alright in the end.
He leaves behind a miserable Tigger, and a worried (outnumbered) Bailey.
Eric and Jasmine were unavailable for comment but it sounded like the cat equivalent of 'One down, one to go'.
Saturday 28 February 2009
Tuesday 24 February 2009
Essential telly!
I have become a sad geeky fan of Being Human.
I love it to bits! To the point where I am fretting about the characters, and pacing about for the final episode.
I know there can't be happy endings, but can the werewolf and his girlfriend be happy and have little werecubs?? Why can't Annie haunt her repulsive boyfriend to a horrible death?? And must the vampire go??
I can see that being most unpopular with the female demographic...
I love it to bits! To the point where I am fretting about the characters, and pacing about for the final episode.
I know there can't be happy endings, but can the werewolf and his girlfriend be happy and have little werecubs?? Why can't Annie haunt her repulsive boyfriend to a horrible death?? And must the vampire go??
I can see that being most unpopular with the female demographic...
Sunday 15 February 2009
Friday the 13th.
Strangely, this is the day I showed a little commonsense.
Unlucky for some? I'll find out tomorrow when I go back into work tomorrow. But on Friday I hauled my sorry arse into work, despite feeling ill.
As I slumped onto the chair I realised how stupid and selfish I was being. Neet has just become an auntie, but the newest addition is early and currently in a neo-natal unit. So I said my goodbyes, resisted the urge to puke on my boss's shoes * and went home.
Typically, I started the flu max treatment from the wrong end of the pack, and took the night-time tablets at 10am. Great dreams in a disturbed sleep! Woke up properly at 4.30pm, with nightmare memories of horrific wedding proposals...
The only good thing in this was the fact that, on Friday 13th, they normally like the horror stories. With a plane crash and Australia in flames to add to the usual death and despair, this would have been tasteless beyond belief.
* the puking on the shoes thing wasn't strictly a symptom, I just don't get on with my boss at the moment!
Unlucky for some? I'll find out tomorrow when I go back into work tomorrow. But on Friday I hauled my sorry arse into work, despite feeling ill.
As I slumped onto the chair I realised how stupid and selfish I was being. Neet has just become an auntie, but the newest addition is early and currently in a neo-natal unit. So I said my goodbyes, resisted the urge to puke on my boss's shoes * and went home.
Typically, I started the flu max treatment from the wrong end of the pack, and took the night-time tablets at 10am. Great dreams in a disturbed sleep! Woke up properly at 4.30pm, with nightmare memories of horrific wedding proposals...
"Do you know why you are in this heart -shaped tv set?"
"Dunno, have we won a car?"
"No, you are here to propose to Glenda, your long-suffering girlfriend of 19 years. On national tv. And the Bridget Jones Supporters Club will kick the crap out of you if you don't."
"Could I have the car instead?"
The only good thing in this was the fact that, on Friday 13th, they normally like the horror stories. With a plane crash and Australia in flames to add to the usual death and despair, this would have been tasteless beyond belief.
* the puking on the shoes thing wasn't strictly a symptom, I just don't get on with my boss at the moment!
Saturday 7 February 2009
Work and all that
The students decided to get all political this week and staged a sit-in at our main building on Wednesday. A surefire way to get Israel out of Gaza, apparently.
By Friday it was decided that a couple of the surrounding buildings had to close, for safety reasons. Which in turn meant that one of my colleagues had to have a half day off, her husband works in an affected building which closed at 12.30pm Friday, and she's pregnant! So by her twisted logic, she had to go too.
Don't get all sympathetic, she's only 4 months on and lives a very short bus ride away, she didn't need a lift in a 4x4 to get through the snowdrifts around a rural retreat. I'm just pissed that she expects us all to believe she's a fragile flower, instead of a blagger after a long weekend. That, I COULD respect!
The secondment girl found out it was kicking off in her old building, so set up a hotline to Steve-the-font-of-all-knowledge. In their building, someone tried to force their way into the 1st floor admin offices (swipecard protected). They tried to push in past an irate technician who gave them a slap and shoved them back out. She's not a girl to be messed with! In turn, that led to a stampede of 3rd floor administrators, fearing for their lives and their filing systems.
We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to lure them into our building. Nice cafe, fully stocked chocolate machines and we would have thrown in some of our complimentary biscuits too - what not to like for a siege venue??
They turned us down :( AND we have cult building status, we were used in Life on Mars, I'll have you know!
Bloody students....
By Friday it was decided that a couple of the surrounding buildings had to close, for safety reasons. Which in turn meant that one of my colleagues had to have a half day off, her husband works in an affected building which closed at 12.30pm Friday, and she's pregnant! So by her twisted logic, she had to go too.
Don't get all sympathetic, she's only 4 months on and lives a very short bus ride away, she didn't need a lift in a 4x4 to get through the snowdrifts around a rural retreat. I'm just pissed that she expects us all to believe she's a fragile flower, instead of a blagger after a long weekend. That, I COULD respect!
The secondment girl found out it was kicking off in her old building, so set up a hotline to Steve-the-font-of-all-knowledge. In their building, someone tried to force their way into the 1st floor admin offices (swipecard protected). They tried to push in past an irate technician who gave them a slap and shoved them back out. She's not a girl to be messed with! In turn, that led to a stampede of 3rd floor administrators, fearing for their lives and their filing systems.
We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to lure them into our building. Nice cafe, fully stocked chocolate machines and we would have thrown in some of our complimentary biscuits too - what not to like for a siege venue??
They turned us down :( AND we have cult building status, we were used in Life on Mars, I'll have you know!
Bloody students....
Monday 2 February 2009
Countdown to the Cyprus Wedding
We've started to look at accommodation and flights.
We've had a sneak preview of the wedding dress.
And I'm starting the panic-diet-and-gym-regime now, although the wedding is Friday 16 October.
Wayyyy-heyyyy! Now Faye and Kevin just have to go through with it... :)
We've had a sneak preview of the wedding dress.
And I'm starting the panic-diet-and-gym-regime now, although the wedding is Friday 16 October.
Wayyyy-heyyyy! Now Faye and Kevin just have to go through with it... :)
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