July 4th

Winter is here well and truly.

I went outside. I came back in.
Flossom went outside and came back with an entirely new hairstyle.

 

 

 

 

 

July 5th

Flossy has decided to write her memoirs.

She has been diligently writing a diary and now, just because she has written a couple of entries she is convinced there is a best selling novel to be made. So far Flossom’s diary reads like this….

Monday

I slept all day after a large breakfast consisting of ‘Festive Ham’, and then I woke up just in time for dinner. Daddy came home soon after and I helped him clean his plate, then we all went to bed together.

Tuesday

I had ‘Tasty Lamb’ for breakfast, which I was sleeping off, when suddenly Mummy woke me. “Would you like a piece of cheese Flossy?” she said. Would I? It was the most exciting thing I’d heard all day. “Yes Please Mummy” I said, enthusiastically prising the cheese from her fingers, pretty soon after that it was time for dinner, my tummy was rumbling, but that could also have been because I was purring so loudly.

Daddy came home and gave me a big cuddle and we sat and watched a stupid T.V. program about training dogs – I can’t believe how stupid they are. Then we all piled into bed….

Still, I’m thinking it has to be vaguely more interesting the memoir or Paris Hilton.

July 6th
Brent seems to have a bit of a ‘Man-Cold’ coming on.
He was hacking and coughing up a storm.
When I asked him if he was ok, he said he was auditioning for the Sound of Mucous.

 

 

 

 

July 7th
I’ve turned into a computer nerd.
I’m not sure exactly when that transformation took place – somewhere between discovering the mouse was not something cute and furry and reading a book on C++ programming (Look, I read the title; ok?).
I suspect, however, that I am almost certainly a fully fledged computer nerd because I spent the whole day being excited over the purchase of a 500 Gig External Hard Drive.

 

July 8th
I’b got a cold.
It’s not bair that you hab to beel so crabby wheb you hab a cold. I bean it’s obly a cold.
You should still be able to beel great so you can at least ebjoy lyib ib the sub reading loads ob books. But I can’t eben do that. By head hurts.

 

 

 

July 9th

I don’t DO ‘being sick’.

I’ve a rip snorter of a headache and about as much energy as a piece of laundry lint.

All I can do is lie on the couch covered in cats and snooze in the sun, which would normally be very a very pleasant way to spend a few hours, but for the relentless aching head.

One of the ‘Karens’ kindly gave me a load of gossip magazines to help pass the time but one look at ‘It’s a GIRL for the pregnant MAN’ was enough to send me rushing to the toilet.

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