Fur Balls

My cat decided to evacuate her stomach onto my nice cream carpet when I got home from work yesterday. Luckily it was still fresh and warm when I walked in through the door so I scooped it up and into the bin without too much fuss. Every now and then she goes off her food for a few days before puking up a sluggy furball about the size of the end of my thumb. And she is so tiny! Its hard to imagine how there's room for that in her little tummy. But that always seems to clear her out and she eats better afterwards.

My work car is being serviced today and the garage has given me a massive BMW as a replacement car. It is the most ridiculous car with sensors everywhere and pop out cup holders. Every time I touch anything it beeps at me. And I managed to stall it while turning right on a busy road which nicely held up the traffic. It is quite cool to be driving it though, I feel like a big executive.

Well, am off out to the Fleur du Jardin tonight which is a lovely olde worlde pub with really nice wholesome food. Their tennerfest menu looks good.

LOTR update: just finished book 1. And Boromir is about to cop it.

There was a story in the Sunday Times News Review about teenagers blogging and how they tell their deepest darkest secrets online and its a really bad thing. I guess it could be easily abused. Hopefully I'm old and wise enough to know better. Certainly old enough!

Nick made me watch a really toe-curlingly painful TV programme last night about teams of 20 somethings trying to race to make a million bucks by inventing and selling products. Oh my God it was really good in a voyeuristic awful way. Even better than that Alan Sugar series, almost. They are all having affairs and firing each other and there were lots of tears.

See ya soon,
xx