Closing Down.

I'm sorry folks, but for the foreseeable future One Girl & Her Cats will not be running. I'm having to shut up shop, at least for a while, and while I will be leaving the Blog and it's archives on the NET for people to look at if they want, I shall post no further.

I can't explain, at least not right now, but I wish everyone good health and happiness and I hope to be back soon.

Much love.

Alice xxx

YES IT’S BACK! THE RANDOM BULLET-POINT POST! Enjoy.

* Hi gang! Miss me?

* Ok, I haven’t been really in the Bloggersphere for a while, so someone please tell me: WHERE THE FRICKEN HELL IS JU-BLUE?? Enquiring (and desperate) minds are begging to know.


* Will the government and media please just STOP telling all the kids who are slogging/have slogged their guts out that their exam results are worthless?? Pretty please? I’ll even stop insulting Tony Blair.

~ Really. I will. It won’t be easy but I will stop being mean about the moronic, out of touch, selfish, money and vote grabbing imbecile.


* Susie (the cat, not Susiebadoozie), I know that you mean no harm – and, er, can’t read – but please, please, please STOP using the litter tray precisely half an hour before I get up. How you always know despite my varying time schedule I will probably never understand, but we’ll leave it at that you DO, and if you stop, I’ll see what I can do about the fact that you guys only get one piddling little can of tuna to share between you every week.

~ And Susie, please stop attacking your sister. I know Squealer attacks you too, but it’s never her we see, so either stop it or smarten up and only do it when we’re not looking. Ok?


* I have no willpower unless under guard. The fact that after one day in the office by myself I have to buy a new pack of Cadbury’s chocolate digestives to replace the previously unopened one a day later testifies this.


* My mother may be getting a Harpsichord (something she has wanted since she was a little girl) for free from an elderly couple, a member of the orchestra she plays in to announce that there was a harpsichord in need of a good home.

~ When she heard the announcement my mother pounced on him.

Now we are going to take a look at it.

Tonight.

My mother is almost walking on air with excitement.

I’m surprised she hasn’t jumped up and down.

...Actually, tonight she probably will.


* I am back up to 15stone7.

~ But I don’t care. At least not much, because A) I don’t look that heavy (reliable sources quote me at around 12-13 stone) which takes some of the pressure off, B) I will with my mother’s help be my target weight of 12stone7 (three lighter) by the end of this year, and C) I have some pretty new tops to hide the flab until I do. So HA!


* Did you know that I love and adore Mike more than anything on this earth (except the dog)?

~ Well, you do now. And I was joking about the dog.

Well, almost.


* I’ve been thinking about it, and I still after several weeks can’t figure out which is worse: that my brother stole £20 from mum to get back at her during a row that he started and kept going, that my brother used that £20 to buy cannabis after tauntingly telling her what he had done, that the £20 was in an envelope clearly labelled for the church or that he still hasn’t attempted to even begin to pay the £20 back…

~ For all those wondering; yes, he is still there, no; he hasn’t got a job, yes; ever now and again he is still having blow outs, no; there are still never any consequences for treating mum (and sometimes me) like shit, yes; I am saving to move out, and no; mum didn’t do anything about the stolen money, in fact for a few weeks before and after the event she was buying him food and cigarettes because the job centre had stopped his benefit payments.

And yes; I have decided that no matter what happens, or how nice he can sometimes be, there is no way, even if it means him living on the streets, that MJ will ever EVER stay in MY house once Mike and I move out for longer that around 15 minutes. And that’s if we let him in at all.


* As well as pretty new tops, which by the way were gratis, I also have a pretty new watch. Also gratis.

~ Yay me.

Or rather, yay Nan and my mother’s friend Shiv.

Shiv, if you’re reading, I love you. The green top and the red and white flowery one are particular wonderful but all are fantastic.

Here, have a *hug*.


* It’s amazing, you know, how little like an adult one can feel the older one gets. I thought when you “grew up” things were supposed to miraculously make sense. I’m 22, and have been for *counts* almost six months now. I am a real, absolute, complete and utter “grown up”, and yet I still feel around 10. And I am often just as bewildered and fascinated and overjoyed and scared by the world as when I was that age too.


* Have you guys ever felt guilty about eating meat? I sometimes do. But then I keep eating it anyway. I love it and could never live without it. What kind of person does that make me??

~ Anyone who is planning on saying “a horrible one”, by the way, please put it kindly. My emotions are still fragile.


Well! That’s it till Monday. See y’all (heh. “Y’all”) then.


Have a great weekend, guys. I’ve missed you.

:-)

xxx

*Ahem!* Excuse me. Could I have everyone's attention for a moment?? Thankyou:

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!


Thank you.
That is all....

...Well, actually, it isn't all. I just thought that scanned well.
Bleh.
Deadlines.
Damn work.

I've been harrassed and embarrassed (I farted the other day. And my colleague HEARD) and away from Blogging full stop for...*checks* dear Lord, OVER A MONTH!?! Anyway, things are still, shall we say, busy, as I have more to meet, so this may be the first and last post for a while.

Sorry.

I'd much rather skive off and surf, really I would.

I just don't think my boss would go for the idea...

:-S

Be back and surfing (I love that word) ASAP. But until then, I leave you with this FANTASTIC quote from my darling Mike:

"See, the problem is, with all the crap going on in the world right now, people have forgotten how to lie. If all the countries just shut the hell up and pretended to like each other everything would go MUCH smoother...."



...That's my boy.