Kitten In The Face!

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

As I may have mentioned previously, Jasper likes to get up close and personal. Here he is CENTIMETRES away from my nose, purring as loud as he can. 

At least this time it was his face, and not his little hairy date. That's never pleasant.

I was watching an old episode of "Top of the Pops" while all this was happening by the way. If you squint you may be able to make out Musical Youth singing "Pass The Dutchie"*.

(I just realised that I posted almost exactly the same blip as this three years ago. Jasper and I have not moved on at all.)

In other news, Lemon told me today that her partner had called her to the telly the previous evening because there "was a programme on telly with an Irishman in it."

"So?" asked Lemon.

"You know. Like your friend at work," he replied.

"He now thinks I'm fascinated by Ireland," she told me.

"I hate to break this to you, but I'm not even that Irish," I replied. "I have been to Ireland though," I volunteered.

I recommended that she buy herself a "Father Ted" box set, and maybe that she gives, "Sing Street" a go. I may only be vaguely Irish, but I do know entertainment. Just ask Jasper.

S.

* Slam bong. Slam bong. Slam biddly-biddly-biddly-biddly bong.