Presents

[tinyjo]

Cassie left me a mouse on the end of my bed this morning. Quite a lot of blood for such a tiny creature. She meant well, that's what I have to keep telling myself.

The office doesn't feel as oppressive as yesterday, partly because I have managed to get a fan all to myself and having it blowing into my face is just about alleviating the muggy heat for me which is something of a relief. I can't face doing cardio in this weather, so I'm just going to do the machines and sit ups part of my workout and rely on cycling to keep my heart in trim until things cool off. I hope we do get a really dramatic thunderstorm tomorrow.

I forgot to mention perhaps the most enjoyable thing about yesterdays gardening; standing on the patio with the hose spraying out across the grass and making rainbows - really beautiful. I must have spent 10 minutes flashing them on and off :)

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[shepline.livejournal.com]

Ah, pressies from your pusscat - thankfully I haven't had any of these yet from Pepper. Bless him... :)

Incidentally, I believe you have got (or about to get) a new starter at work called Tom - he's the partner of a friend at work here...

[greengolux.livejournal.com]

I forgot to mention perhaps the most enjoyable thing about yesterdays gardening; standing on the patio with the hose spraying out across the grass and making rainbows - really beautiful.

One of the video installation pieces in the recent Days Like These exhibition at the Tate Britain was made up of footage of sprinklers spraying jets of water over foliage on a sunny day, ruffling the plants and occasionally bursting into rainbows.

You have art in your own back yard!

Mouse

[(Anonymous)]

I was woken up at 2:30am last night by Chester yowling in the living room. When I went to ask him to keep the noise down, he rushed between my legs and into the bedroom. I could hear him under the bed, and once Jo got a light we could see that he was playing with a live mouse.

We weren't going to get any sleep until he finished, so I got the broom to chase him out into the garden. Before I started shoving him, he lost the mouse. It ran into a corner of the room, and none of us could find it.

At this point I called Chester a "furry little pillock", and he ran out of the house in a huff. He's supposed to be a mouser, but he keeps losing live ones. He loses them in boots, he loses them under the video, he loses them in the bedroom. We'd have far fewer mice in the house if he wasn't so sloppy.

At the moment the mouse is still there, hidden somewhere. When we left for work we told Chester to get rid of it before the evening, but he just ignored us and sat on the bed licking his arse.

- Adrian