Love Drives In
Feb. 8th, 2016 05:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI have just received an email with a link to 75 Apps That Will Save You Time As A Busy Person. Seventy-five! I would suggest that if you stopped messing around with 75 apps, that would save you even more time.
This weekend I went to the pet supply shop. I was there to stock up on Alistair's favourite flavours of cat food. The same brand is also available more conveniently at the supermarket, but he prefers the flavours exclusive to the pet shop. Irritating creature. I'm sure each successive generation of cat is getting more demanding.
The pet supply shop had animals visiting from the RSPCA shelter for a special adoption day. There were dogs. There were rabbits. There was a white Staffy pup with a green kerchief round its neck. What would Alistair make of that, I wondered. Dinner, probably.
Unrelated to the RSPCA, there was a woman and her son with their new dachshund pup. He was tiny. He still had milky eyes and was draped over the boy's shoulder. They had come to buy a bone-shaped tag for his collar, engraved with his name. The boy spelled it out to the pet shop lady working the engraving device. M-I-S-T-E-R space Z-E-U-S. I have never seen a more unlikely Mister Zeus in my life.
Alistair is a declutterer. He is particularly fond of decluttering the kitchen windowsill. There is to be nothing on that windowsill. Nothing at all. Whatever I put on it, I find knocked off the next morning. I knew this once, because I stopped putting things on that windowsill for a while. Last week, I forgot, and put my box of antibiotics there; I found it in the sink when I got up.
That night, I put the little plastic jug that fills the iron there; I found it in the sink the next day.
That night, I put a couple of tomatoes that my mother had picked there; I found them in the sink the next day.
That night, I put a rogue zucchini the size of a cat there; it was still there the next day. Obviously too big for him. It's good to know he has his limits.
How's my finger? Actually, I don't know. I have to keep it covered as long as I can, so I haven't seen it. It feels tender when I poke it, and it has been stinging a lot. Further updates as news comes to hand.
This weekend I went to the pet supply shop. I was there to stock up on Alistair's favourite flavours of cat food. The same brand is also available more conveniently at the supermarket, but he prefers the flavours exclusive to the pet shop. Irritating creature. I'm sure each successive generation of cat is getting more demanding.
The pet supply shop had animals visiting from the RSPCA shelter for a special adoption day. There were dogs. There were rabbits. There was a white Staffy pup with a green kerchief round its neck. What would Alistair make of that, I wondered. Dinner, probably.
Unrelated to the RSPCA, there was a woman and her son with their new dachshund pup. He was tiny. He still had milky eyes and was draped over the boy's shoulder. They had come to buy a bone-shaped tag for his collar, engraved with his name. The boy spelled it out to the pet shop lady working the engraving device. M-I-S-T-E-R space Z-E-U-S. I have never seen a more unlikely Mister Zeus in my life.
Alistair is a declutterer. He is particularly fond of decluttering the kitchen windowsill. There is to be nothing on that windowsill. Nothing at all. Whatever I put on it, I find knocked off the next morning. I knew this once, because I stopped putting things on that windowsill for a while. Last week, I forgot, and put my box of antibiotics there; I found it in the sink when I got up.
That night, I put the little plastic jug that fills the iron there; I found it in the sink the next day.
That night, I put a couple of tomatoes that my mother had picked there; I found them in the sink the next day.
That night, I put a rogue zucchini the size of a cat there; it was still there the next day. Obviously too big for him. It's good to know he has his limits.
How's my finger? Actually, I don't know. I have to keep it covered as long as I can, so I haven't seen it. It feels tender when I poke it, and it has been stinging a lot. Further updates as news comes to hand.