Urgh

I have not been sleeping well recently; I have had a couple of nightmares, including a very vivid one where a black haired woman laughed gleefully as she watched a black jumper unravel itself. Either she pulled the thread loose, or she thought it loose, and the whole jumper began to unravel. The whole thing made me think of norns and threads and endings -and deaths of course. I am trying not to be superstitious, and failing.

This morning I was slammed into consciousness by screams of 'GOOOOOOAALLLL!'. I sat bolt upright yelling 'What the fuck is that?' A sports commentator gibbered his ecstasy through the aether, my love swiftly turned the radio alarm off and wrapped me in a huge cuddle, possibly to stop me from smashing the offending object with the leg of a bedside table. I begin to view that device with extreme disfavour.

Yesterday was a good day. Vampire was funny and interesting, and many other worthwhile things have been done. I planted some tiny herbs and heathers, and the latter in particular are very lovely. To follow up, I used Rugby Queen's advice and planted an open beer can in the garden. The idea is that it will attract slugs, who would otherwise hot-ooze towards the mint and chow down. Or, if I'm very lucky, a beer tree will grow and we will have free Tetleys to offer our friends.

The gerbil situation is now under control. Time to remember people's lists and use the cut:

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And today? Today my shoulders and neck are stiff and I have lots of work ahead. Enough of my whitterings. Time for work!

Amendment to the rollcall

The little male agouti has been staring at me with a most reproachful expression for about ten minutes. Then he turned around and showed me his haunches. For a moment it seemed he was trying to tell me his name was Arse, but then he whisked his tail and I remembered the name we gave him ages ago, courtesy of his distinctive appendage.

Sorry, Stripe. I won't forget again. Now remember your manners and put yourself away...