[m i a o w] the cat

That would be me. Expiring. Headed to the end of the street at lunchtime and emerged and hour and a half later:
Me - a whiting and a bream
Him - a mofo bream
Extra exciting was the turtle I saw swimming along the edge of the rocks. It had barnacles on its back and the whole real live not-in-captivity turtle thing going on. Delovely.

Then I came back home and instead of getting work done I went into slow meltdown mode over our finances, which aren’t exactly robust at the best of times, but as it’s now one year since we bought the house, everything needs renewing (though why the car registration had to appear now is beyond me - it seems somewhat overly harsh on the part of fate). Argh. Money money money money. Crud crud crud crud. As long as I have enough for this, I’ll almost cope. We are v.close to getting some back that the bank witheld from us at the beginning; just have to put powerpoints in the kitchen, rewire a couple of lights and fix the greasetrap *yawn* Am medicating myself with saladas and cheese - the Puppybird is finely attuned to anything cheese related, so I medicated him too. He now eats in the back room where other evil little bastard birds can’t peck him on the head.