Sunday

[samvara]

Woofer walking, took huge coat and beanie, should have taken gloves - was sodding cold. Woofer doesn't care, will happily hurl himself into freezing river if tennis balls involved, worse, doesn't get tired as fast what with not having to pant.

Neurotic rearranging of T1's stuff to accommodate use of couch - have been informed there is a Special Hell for people who move other people's stuff; have also been informed am mover of cheese.

Note to self. Find and read Who Moved My Cheese.

Food shopping, decide to imitate fabulous curry produced by mother last week with totally different ingredients. I am imitating her style.

Afternoon coffee in Northbridge with various fabulous people who know who they are. Have more SciFi authors to look at, strong positive feelings about Lime Brule and complete inability to not talk about training if cricketk is near, thank you all for tolerating us *grovels*.

SMS from T1 claiming my cheese moving has resulted in love. Phew. Can go home and ditch plans to apply for refugee status in country with cheap smoked salmon.

Create magnificent curry and read on the couch.

Have been presented with T1's birthday plans, if you didn't get an inform and want one, tell me.