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Date: 20 April 2004 08:49:33
I made a particularly good job of the cat barricade last night. I was determined to have a good night's sleep, unhampered by the call of Charlie cat at my bedroom door wanting some attention or bringing me a little present. So I checked I had removed from the kitchen anything that I was likely to need during the hours of nighttime. I bribed the cat out of the lounge with a generous helping of tuna Felix. Slowly and carefully I positioned the chair which would do the job of securing the kitchen door closed so that Charlie couldn't open the handle. Pulling the chair into position as I did so, I pulled the door closed, angling the chair so that it would fall just right as the catch finally fell into place on the door. Success.
It was a very successful barricade. I know.. I was the one who had to get the door open again with a struggling cat in my arms. Yes, he'd gone straight round to the front of the bungalow, squeezed in through the barely-ajar bedroom window and fallen asleep in the middle of my bed!
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I have decided I'm not a bath-bomb person. No indeed. I thought the coffee grinds were bad enough. But today... well, I can hardly bring myself to get in that warm welcoming water. Why? Well, it has a scum layer of marigold petals - long thin yellow strands of vegetation reminiscent of seaweed - and half a dried up orange segment. It's like putting your hands in dirty washing up water amongst the remnants of the day's meal. I wonder if I could make my fortune by manufacturing something out of food colouring and the contents of the compost bin? Why do people do this? There again, the one I tried last night was good. A deep relaxing blueness with no flotsam and jetsam, no vegetable debris, just blue.
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Sometimes (well, all the time really) I just love my friend C. She has convinced me that a piano would be a good investment - I can recoup the money by giving piano lessons if I choose! She's a genius. So as soon as I emerge from the compost heap and pick off the sundry bits of marigold which have adhered, unbidden, to my body and the rim of the bath, I shall be on the phone to the dear lady to see how much time she'll give me to organise someone to collect it and move it from her lounge to mine.
I'm having a piano! :-D