My mother always said

that once you've past 21 time absolutely flies by. And it did, but the older I get the faster it's going and it's getting a bit scary. Thought I best blog as I hadn't done it for a few days - except it was weeks. Bugger, bugger, bugger.

Well it's barbecue day tomorrow - so anyone living in the West Yorkshire area be sure to take wellies, brollies and an inflatable dinghy if you have to go anywhere. And if river banks burst, it is not my fault. (Is that right? Do you spell 'inflatable' like that? Doesn't look right to me and can't be arsed to get a dictionary. Strangely enough, I know exactly how to spell arsed.)

Our kind, generous cat who brings us a little gift or two every day brought us a bloody great big rabbit yesterday. Fortunately it was a wild one so we didn't have to grovel to any bereaved pet owner, but it was still cute and fluffy. I just wish he'd stick to the pampas grass from the neighbours garden (he's not bothered what he 'kills') but I don't think he killed the rabbit cos its head was all mashed in. I think it had been run over and Houdi was trying to con us into believing he'd done it all himself.

I have made a decision, enough of this idle life for me, I'm off to university in September. I'm a bit nervous but nothing ventured and all that.

I'm rambling aren't I? Maybe I should go back to the wine.

By the way, barbecue/rabbit - the subjects are not connected in anyway, so if you want to come I can assure you rabbit is not on the menu.