A nice dinner last night might have been even better only if Catherine -- cat duly delivered for a sitting spell along with a remark that should the poor beast go the same way as a goldfish once entrusted to me, it wouldn't be the end of the world -- hadn't been as wearied by a mean April and a lengthy return of cloudy weather as me.
It's not true, though, that I flushed the fish down the loo. Once sure it was dead, I wrapped it in aluminium and stuck the corpse in the fridge so the Kid could decide what ceremony she wanted herself. There wasn't one, she was far less upset than me.
Catherine's comment on cat was also tongue in cheek, let's be fair.
As for the rest, it might be fun, if irresponsible, to detail an entertaining digression into sex of the kind we should have had when we were wedlocked ... sigh! but some cheerfully frank exchanges on other matters of concern to us both deepened the feeling I told you about last time round.
After a spell of frequent but to my own mind sometimes boring blogging, I'm knocking off for a while, having made a few minor changes in the last hour to previous entries.
There's so much going on in my life you've not been getting what you come here for if it's entertainment and not an excess of MGs or unwinding in public. I'm "bringing work home with me too much", the joke count's run low by the end of most Factory days.
But my "blog-therapy" days are over.
While I'm determined to keep the QR a way of life, something I want to take part in, rather than just watch and write about half the time, my system's still not over the shock it sustained when all my memories came back in the first months of the year and I began to fear I'd spend the rest of my life on speed. That's what it felt like, anyway, while the circuitry got rewired.
We all need a break from essays.
Back later, more outgoing ... and shorter!
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