Odds and sods

There is a full moon tonight, and as usual, the animals can sense it.

Ellie is walking around crying. She doesn't really seem to want anything but to hear the sound of her own voice. Zach snuck upstairs to see what was up and is now following her as she goes from room to room. He hasn't realised that I know he is up here.

I can't blame him. Lila's response to a full moon is predictable. She won't share her toys with Zach and she likes to try to eat his ears. She's downstairs alone watching America's Next Top Model, and barking at Miss J Alexander. I can't blame her - why the fuck does he call himself that?

The boy cats alternate between rampaging round my bedroom or sleeping. There is no middle ground for them. Holly and Willow watch disdainfully from my bed. They don't care what the moon is doing - it is welcome to do whatever it pleases as long as it doesn't disturb them.
And there is the first crash of the evening. Ellie has managed to get the ladder from the Boy's loftbed off.

I had my blood test yesterday. The Baron got a little stroppy because I wouldn't let him in the cubicle with me. I cope better alone, and I find that when he is trying to distract me, I am acutely aware that I am being distracted and will focus on why. Alone, I just watch the needle go in unfettered.

It was quite convenient since he had his follow up appointment with the surgeon who kindly de-appendicised him. He got the all clear and was told to bugger off and to not darken their doorway again. Well, they didn't say THAT, but they did say he didn't need to come back again.
Bloody good thing, really. I read today that Patientline, who provide the in hospital TV and phone service, are putting up their call charges by 160%. The greedy fuckers, already £80million in debt, spent £160million installing these new systems (that aren't that reliable) and want to recoup their investment. So they are targetting a vulnerable and captive audience in order to do so. What scum bags.

Anyway, I digress. I should get my results back on Tuesday and we can see if my thyroid malfunctions. My mother's does, and I fully expect mine to pack in service one of these days and retire to the Carribean. I wouldn't really blame it.

The Boy is currently on holiday with his Dad. I'm a bit lost without him, although the peace and quiet is nice. At least in theory. Zach is now crying along with Ellie. If it wasn't so damn annoying, it would be quite harmonious. The Boy...oh yes, he is in Cornwall. They went to the beach today, and the Boy's new (half) brother, aged ten weeks, got to put his feet in the sand for the first time. Apparently that gave him the giggles.

That will have to do for now. My cursor is dancing round the screen of its own accord and is frankly pissing me off. I'm off to drown my sorrows with a nice bottle of red.

Toodles.