busy, busy – perlmonger and I left home at 9.15 on Saturday morning, in truly *vile* weather, to visit the Supreme Cat Show at the NEC. The traffic was vile too, and we didn’t actually get into the halls until well after midday (and where was the bloody shuttle bus?). We trundled around, talking to cat breeders about CatsConnected, and admiring hundreds of beautiful creatures, while knowing, smugly, that they weren’t a patch on the Tribe.
we left at about 5, and trundled across to the M1, stopping for a bite of fuel at a Little Thief. I haven’t been in one of these for years – they haven’t improved. Down to East London for etrigan‘s party, where we arrived at about 9.15, and meeting mmacpoland, drpete and tamaranth [waves: lovely to meet you at last!] on the doorstep.
a grand party – thanks, Alan!. We got back to our hotel at 3 a.m., and then had to drive back to Brissle next morning. We arrived home to the stony silence of the Tribe, and collapsed in front of the telly with tea and bikkits to watch Pop Idol, which I’m ashamed to say I love. Praise be for the Tivo, which had done the show, the results, and the cheesy Kate Thornton bits afterwards.
as we finished watching that, the Tivo started recording a Miss Marple, so we remained slumped through that too. I really can’t remember the last time we sat and watched five hours of TV on the trot …
then Pete decided to clean out the midden that existed on top of The Freezer Under the Stairs, which took ages, and precipitated the assembly of the last box from Ikea. The cats like to roost on there, and had formed things into an unpleasant and tangled nest. It’s all clean and tidy now, and all the bits are en-boxed, so hopefuly it will stay that way.
and now we are about to set off for Cornwall to collect the Midwich Kittens. Wish us luck …
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