Fun at the arse end of grottyville

"Beadles funeral catering announced.... a small finger buffet"

Hah. Hahah. Hahahahah. Right, that's enough Beadle jokes. Please.

Gizmo that cat's got a new game. Waits till I get back from work and lie down to give him a stroke, legs it round my back, then runs up my coat and attacks the lining giving me an animated hairy hunchback. Heh. It's a chuckle at the back end of a grotty 12 hour day, organising the terminal phase of the office move. Estates have cocked up the desk plan, so we're now .... ah, correction, I'M now squeezing a quart into a pint pot, and judging from the states of the stuff that was coming down, it more than about time for a serious spring clean and ditching session. Hell, I've found records dating back to 1959 and books of instruction that date back to 1916.... national archive, anybody? The second stupidly long day on this project and I'm damned glad it's over. Never wanted the damned task, it's always been a poisoned chalice, office moves and I've got enough on my mind already. But at least my bonkers little cat always knows the best chillout moves to use.