On the front line

Came down this morning to find the cat flap barricaded with a coffee table, a cushion, a stuffed snake and a TV set. Seems TSM had a bit of a concern about the windy weather and the cats getting out so was downstairs at 3am this morning manning - or rather building - the barricades. Strange the things night fantasies do to you.

I was fighting a war on several fronts at work this morning, as usual, and although undefeated I suspect I will lose the war of attrition if someone doesn't come to my rescue soon.

The Dizzle and I went for lunch as he has a job at my place and needed to fill out a few forms. I made it clear I would not be subsidising his everyday eating when he commences his new employment. He can fight those battles for himself ...

As for tonight, him and his mate Mr G reverted to youthful type and turned our living space into a zombie kill zone. Very noisy when they go at it full blast ...