It will be a relief to you, if you were at all concerned by the previous post, that nothing unpleasant has happened. I was beginning to worry about the cat: whether her inscrutable nature was a flimsy disguise for some sort of hidden agenda, perhaps something along the lines of world domination, starting with my house. But I am still here, which is good. I am always a little uneasy with leaving Cat alone in the house during the day; you never know whether she will work out how to change the locks; and, to add insult to injury, turn up the central heating to full, and leave the television on all day, and empty the contents of the fridge. But either I have completely misjudged her, or she hasn't got the hang of the remote control yet.
It's worth mentioning the return of
Bleak Expectations to Radio 4: a heart-warming Victorian costume drama, which, being on the radio, probably doesn't bother with the costumes. But at least it has a hero by the name of Pip, and evil villains by the bucketful. The following
definition may be helpful:
Harumble. An exclamation of delight, to be used in place of words like Huzzah and Hoorah, but not in place of words like cauliflower or mattress.
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