this is *lovely*
a Flash game, nicked from sheepthief
a Flash game, nicked from sheepthief
fed up with throwing away the little food we’re putting down in this weather, this evening I cracked, and gave them a pack (£2.50’s worth) of Waitrose cooked chicken — I know they love it, and better they eat that rather than me chucking out revolting remains of Whiskas and raw oxcheek (yuk).
not that the Tribe are spoilt, oh no.
Do we want Guantanamo Bay justice?, from today’s Guardian
freaked cat ran across my face at 1.45 a.m. Bruised eye – very painful and bloodshot, and a couple of scratches very close to the eyeballl (that’s me, by the way – not sure how the cat is).
waiting for the chemist to open so perlmonger can go and buy me an eyepatch, then I can rest the eye for a couple of days.
apparently I woke up screaming like a banshee, and frightened P to death. I was quite frightened myself, as it happens.