Protected: Home Alone
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Movie review
MrPloppy and I went to the movies the other night, to see 50 Ways of Saying Fabulous, which was filmed in Omakau (where Dad lives) and the surrounding area. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a great film – the acting was pretty ropey (understandably, considering most of the characters were children, but a lot of the time…
Order status, palm-fringed
Dad and Stepmother came back from Australia on Saturday. They were staying the night at Stepsister’s house this time instead of with us, but they dropped in at our place to pick up their car (which they’d left at our place to avoid paying for long-term parking at the airport – what with Brother’s car…
Protected: MrPloppy's progress
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Feeling Sorry for Saffy (and Pluto)
Poor Saffy! She doesn’t know it yet, but she’s off to the vet today. I noticed a few days ago that she kept licking and biting at a spot on her back, but thought she must just have had a flea or something and didn’t think anything more of it. But last night MrPloppy noticed…
And the diagnosis is…
She’s allergic to fleas. I didn’t even know she had fleas (despite what I said above about thinking it was a flea bite – I hadn’t seen the other two scratching, and thought it was still winter enough that there wouldn’t be any around, so wasn’t that worried about fleas) but the vet found flea…
You are feeling sleepy…
Actually, who cares about you, I’m feeling sleepy! After Dad and Stepmother left for the airport yesterday morning, I played around on the internet for a while, then tried going back to bed, but by the time I finally got back to sleep I only got about an hour before I had to get up…
Did I say something about spring weather?
It’s sleeting outside. In other news, a catch from the 150th celebrations: Hallelujah Now by T Davies. It was caught in a different place to where I left it, so obviously someone else has caught and re-released it in between, without making a journal entry.
4.30 am and all's well
Dad and Stepmother arrived in Christchurch last night (bearing gifts of blue cod and wild pork – we’re going to be eating well this week!), on their way to Australia. Their flight is at 7 am, which of course means a 5 am check-in, so they’ve just left for the airport. And of course after…
To shut he budding sentimental
The spam subject lines just keep getting weirder. It’s strange – for weeks all I get are the usual viagra (misspelt in every conceivable way) and “earn $$$ in your free time” spam, and then suddenly there’ll be a spate of strange subject lines for a few days. At least it gives me some amusement…