It is really nice to catch up on other people's web-logs again.
Among the many things that happened during a long day - it's a busy, as well as costly, business being off sick - the wildcat dropped a piece of (warning: cryptic) excellent news in with some inevitable hassles.
My heart soared!
But it had got late by then.
What with union business, more on the hole-in-the-roof problem to be sorted out with uncooperative people in other flats, the latest from blog-hero Yang, and the last of the most important e-mails, I regret that I had to inform her that I was far too exhausted even "to feel randy any more".
Whereupon she replied that she had not, after all, wished to hear what she hadn't caught the first time, since that was not on the cards. And that I should rid my mind of any such wicked thoughts.
And she took herself off to bed. Alone.
 Well, her every wish being my command, I've got at least one thing to say to this.
Instead, I shall let a young woman say it for me (courtesy of Lisandru Ristorcelli in an old copy of 'L'Echo des Savanes', which lacks a site of its own and thus sends me instead to the "masked cucumber").-->
I would add:
• that she should peruse and consider Kim's latest Friday Five at 'Fresh Hell'.
• that she should look at the latest 'Day in my life...' picture Holly has put on her recently overhauled goinglightly blog and reflect on the prospect of foregoing, in the fullness of time, the best, most purr-worthy back massage probably the whole of Paris has to offer.
• that, while I'm sorry I missed Rainer's departure for Europe on Wednesday and failed to add my own good wishes, should she continue in this vein, I'll no longer furnish her with clear, patient explanations of how to do relatively elementary things with even a Windows computer.
I shall instead anonymously flood her mail with daily and extensive gems from Mr B's 'geek temple'.
• that I shall use a whole "Gaumont card" in one go, strapping her to a cinema seat and making her watch 'The Hulk' five times in a row, then write a review of it, since I personally plan to give it a miss...
• that any more intriguing French films will be out of the question -- also as due punishment for the perfectly admirable but disturbing 'Sex is Comedy' (tough to watch with an absolutely gorgeous cat I was stupid enough not to kiss at the time...)
"Le coeur en reste secret. Comme le coeur du volcan."
• that I shall ceaseless remind her, as Tom did on Thursday at plasticbag, that (i) there are reasons to be "in love with Radio 4" and (ii) until she networks herself at last, she will miss out on such notions as
"there was Freud's discovery of the 'unconscious' - the idea that even though we claim to be in charge of our destinies, most of our behaviour is governed by a cauldron of motives and emotions which we are barely conscious of. Your conscious life, in short, is nothing but an elaborate post-hoc rationalisation of things you really do for other reasons."
Tom used that extract -- not calculated here, of course, to make her growl -- as his introduction to this year's 'Reith Lectures', which I have yet to listen to despite frequent reminders.
• that I shall do what Fraser said he did at blogjam on May 23 (we have yet to read of the consequences), save that my "online dating agency" contribution will be even more wondrous than his.
• that if none of this works, I will go as silent on her as sexygeekgirl Racheli has, I hope temporarily, become since four days after this joyful entry on April 4 (it is pure chance that both an old grey wolf and a cat link figure on that page.)
• and that if silence doesn't work (I don't think I could manage it regarding the magnificent wildcat for more than a week), I will publish all Marianne's comments. Including her response to the one about how the leopard is perfectly entitled to "**** ******* *** *****, just as long as she ***** ****"!
That said, I remain, heart-bandit, your most obedient and loyal servant.
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Marianne and a friend have started a...
blog.
In this instance, I think I'd better make sure it's OK by them both before I blogroll it.
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