I SPOTTED A WOMAN BY THE BUS STOP BY THE METHADONE CHEMIST cradling a sawdust-filled glass rodentery complete with wheel and enormous fluffy nests. Was just about to ask what type of swine was in there when her bus came. Last night I let out the Chinese mouse expressly to sleep in my hat. Which he did do. For about half an hour. Only for me to eventually fall asleep and wake up - presto! - no Chinese mouse to be seen. The swine was running furry Scalectrix all over my newly-cleared carpets ... Looked so indignant at being recaptured ... The time before that when he escaped I was looking for the swine everywhere ... no luck at all. O man! He's gone underneath the cooker, I feared. Only for a wild scrabbling to alert me near my head. The old swine had made a nest right underneath my pillow and was happily dozing in there. Appeared totally shocked and affronted when this enormous hand uncovered the new nest and scooped him out of there and my voice saying: "You've been caught. You swine! You've been caught." (Why do people talk to pets like they're three year old children? OK, I'll rephrase the question: why do I ..?)
All day I have been in a dismally bad exhausted mood. Scurried back home as soon as I could then got hungry. I have pigged out on Sainsbury's miniature granary baps and chili-peppered sardines with Anchor "spreadable" real butter.
I am really tired and have to go now. What a forlorn day. It feels really hot and sweaty. Rains are forecast even more than before (the papers keep reporting on Gloucester being flooded out. Is this something to do with that nursery rhyme:
Dr Foster
Went to Gloucester
In a shower of rain ...
??
Maybe not. Ho-hum.
If anything exciting happens I'll let you know.
Oh. Vague excitement an hour ago when I found a paper Chinese lantern someone had left out. So I've put it on my barebulb centrehanging light. That Dr Evilstein only troubled to repair for himself a week ago ...
Righty-ho then...
cool!
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