Dear Gawd, what a marathon! I just (a) finished the programme for our imminent play (well, almost), and (b) watched DWTS on UK Gold. It's nice to have the chance to see all the dances, and indeed, to see Lance on a somewhat larger screen than is possible via my downloading. I like Warren and Kym a lot! It surprised me how many of the couples didn't seem to be having much fun together, but they were obviously getting on like a house on fire. Also of the good, Tom whatsisname is actually less irritating than Bruce Forsyth. (I realise this may seem weird to you USaians, but then, you haven't seen Bruce Forsyth.) Samantha, however, needs someone to write intelligent questions for her. And, perhaps, a pitchfork for when she's trying to deal with Chloris.
I was a bit surprised to find that it was this week's shows - I thought it'd be last week's, but I spose they had a mega-marathon which I failed to notice - yes, we got the competition immediately followed by the results. All that and really awful adverts too. Blimey.
My cat is sulking on the sofa, wearing a Barbie pink bandage on one front leg, and a plastic lampshade round her head. She had surgery yesterday, a little lump extracted from her neck, and her teeth cleaned. Expensive moggy. She was deeply, deeply unimpressed to be starved all day, and dove into her dish like a mad thing, so I quite expected to be cleaning up cat sick all evening, but no. And, she ate her antibiotics without the slightest complaint. All those 'how to pill your cat' stories, mine just gobbles hers. Little piggy.
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