For those of you who are followers of the doings of Gizmo the cat:

Sorry, no great stories of kills to report, just a shopping trip for the little hooligan. Today, during a visitation from my good local homeboy Baz the Bike who's currently as happy a camper as I am due to complications he's got, the little pygmy panther came up to his catflap from outside and sat there for some considerable time yowling. The assumption was he was being a lazy monster, and being the over indulgent dad that I am, I wandered over to let him in. No, no lazyness here. His collar's gone walkabout, and taken the magnet that unlocks the catflap with him. So that's the end of the tatty blue cloth thing he's had around his neck since kittenhood, one sexy new blue leather one with shiney stars on it procured instead.

Minor supplies run into town; insurance money is in for the lost specs at V festival so a new pair have been ordered; a minor shiney kitchen gadget has been procured for my amusement. I'm conducting a study into the effects of shock on the human nervous system as my back is buzzing still from the attentions of the back waxing lady (I'm sure it hurt more than it did first time around). And I am now working up to aiding my recouperation from illness by drinking a very large amount of wine and vodka. Yay!

TTFN!