Kinda Figures..

You Would Be a Pet Cat

Independent and aloof, you don’t like to be dependent on anyone.
And as for other people, you can take them or leave them. You often don’t care.

You live your life by your own rules. And you have deep motivations that no one truly understands.Why you would make a great pet: You’re not needy or greedy… unlike other four legged friends.

Why you would make a bad pet: You’re not exactly running down to greet people at the door

What you would love about being a cat: Agility and freedom

What you would hate about being a cat: Being treated like a dog by clueless humans

What Kind of Pet Would You Be?

Human Trash

As featured on the BBC News Website today:

An Italian man and a Portuguese woman are being interviewed by police investigating the disappearance of four-year-old Madeleine McCann.

Spanish police said the pair were arrested near Algeciras in the south of the country.

They are being questioned over allegations that they tried to defraud the McCanns by claiming a reward for information about their daughter.

There is no direct link with Madeleine’s kidnap, say police.

Sometimes I really am in favour of bringing back public stoning!

Mac vs PC: the Rap!

And the feud goes on…

Merci Arnaud!

Me and My Chicks


Cute, aren’t they? And saved from a rather violent pre-conceptual eviction by Moi.

Yes, darling, I know: those bl**dy birds DO make an awful mess under the carport, especially during their nest-design phase.

And I did promise to clean away their “projects”; which I did, nearly.. ;-)

Happy Birthday, Mouse: Part #2

So it was Sarah’s turn to officially add another year to her existence, today.

15! I don’t know about her, but I am starting to feel very old..

And as she had chosen to spend last weekend with her (new) boyfriend rather than studying followed by calmly announced, this morning, that she had a Geometry test tomorrow and didn’t understand a thing, we immediately reacted by mobilising reinforcements, an Engineer and a Doctor in Geology, who could eventually help her out.

Needless to say, we all spent most of the evening sorting her stuff out and reaching far back into parts of our memory that had already been boxed and transferred to the attic. Actually, it’s amazing what actually turns up when you rummuge through old stuff; but that will be the subject of a future post. :-)

But some how, we finally managed to cram months of knowledge into her feeble brain and point her towards the direction of a dead-cert success.

Her thanks?

“Thanks A LOT for messing up my birthday for me! I had REALLY great fun!”

Aargh: teenagers!