Black Cats and Sunsets

I promise I'm not a mad cat woman. There are not thousands of cans of opened cat food in my kitchen through which I wade several times a day in order to reach the sink. But I felt guilty that there was no photo of Wolfie on the site. So, ta-da! Here he is.

There aren't many good photos of Wolfie. Being black he tends to look like an amorphous black hole with glowing "I can look into your soul" eyes. So this photo, not his coolest by any stretch, will have to suffice.

I have felt like death warmed up for the last five days... bed ridden and miserable. Waking up in the wee hours covered in a clammy layer of my own fair sweat. Perspiration just doesn't cut it. I'm talking sweat. Lots of it. Mmmmm. No amount of pre-bed deodorant/antiperspirant application helps (apply liberally all over body - don't forget soles of feet).

The only salient answer comes in the form of trusty pink flannellette jarmies, faded and worn with white sheep on them. Flannellette is a charming, multi-purpose fabric, ideal for soaking up sweat. It's a bit like wearing a chamois. Why bother going to all the trouble of changing the sheets at 3am when you can reach for the tried and tested absorption miracle of flannellette jimjams? And when you get up, cold and damp in the morning, you just chuck 'em in the dirty washing basket to be washed and ready for the next night.

Unless you forget to wash them and have to dig around in the dirty laundry basket in the middle of the night, only to find your slightly stiff, still damp pyjamas under your smelly socks and damp towell in the middle of the night. And you put them on anyway. But no one needs to know you did that. Unless you write about it in your blog.

Anyway, onto less scary subject matters. Here is a photo of a sunset I took in Portugal last week. Actually, I just looked at it and it's not that good. Here's a photo looking down from the Greek Island of Santorini instead. Ahhhh....

I hate winter. It's not really even here yet, and what we've had hasn't even been bad, but I'm over it and want to bask in the sun again. I want to get back to work making my skin nice and leathery by the time I'm 50. A nice classy tan, liver spots, saggy boobs, wrinkly decolletage and at least three gold chains. Homage to a life time of sun worshipping. Tasty.

Well, due to Weird Flatmate arriving home and sucking all inspiration and creativity out of the local atmosphere I must bid adieu. Plus if I don't go to the toilet now before he gets in there and locks the door (even though I don't need to go) I won't have access to it for the next hour. Yuck.
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