I was sat at the desk upstairs, working on my laptop. Biddy the cat sauntered in, jumped on the desk, briefly considered jumping on top of the server monitor and then finally settled down to snooze on top of my arms. I didn't have the heart to move her until I felt a tickling on my forearm. I looked down to see a flea scampering around.
I caught it between my finger and thumb, but the little bugger wouldn't expire until I squashed it with a 20p coin (that produced an audible crunch). So, it was out with the Frontline drops and the can of fleaspray to attack all likely places that these pests could be hiding. I suppose that having the central heating on may have awakened some dormant pupae or something, but it is a royal pain.
In a shocking development, I went out to Meadowhall at lunchtime to buy a few bits and bobs and treated myself to a brie and grape sandwich and a coffee in a cafe that seems to have materialized at the back of WH Smith since the last time I was there. What is it with this book shop/coffee bar synergy? They didn't seem to be quite so keen on encouraging you to read books with your coffee as Borders are though.
Finally, the sun has just appeared after a rather miserable day, so my mood has lifted at last. Walk time, I think.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
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It means Billy No Mates can sit in public and feel like they are filling up on their 'social' meter like in The Sims while not actually having the guts to speak to people or look needy. Thus, read a book. This way you look intellectual (unless you are reading Jennifer and Johnny Yellow Hat) and smug and not at all needy or 'billy nomates'-like. Not that I'd know. I'm too scared to go anywhere on my own.
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