Therapy is expensive, bubble wrap is cheap.

By the way, I aten't ded everybody. Uh. *touch wood* I've just been being lazy and tired from the cats fighting and waking me up, though I think it's not exactly fighting so much as the big white tom terrorising Casper and Kitty who are too cowardly to do anything about it except make a lot of noise. I actually got pissed off enough last night to run down the garden in an indecently-short nightie yelling "Bastard cat! Shoo! Amscray! Piss off!" It clearly had an effect, since he was back the moment I went inside. Am debating getting my hands ona super-soaker and staking out the garden from my bedroom window until I get him in the middle of his squashed face. That'll teach him to wake me up at all times of the night. Hah.

Then again, I'll probably hit Casper by accident and he'll never speak to me again. You know. The cat version of speaking, which is merely acknowledging your existance.

Sigh. So I'm in work, half asleep, thinking mournfully of the four days I have to get through before my weekend. Also somehow when I picked shoes to wear to work today, I forgot and chose the ones that rip my feet to pieces. And then, having forgotten that, I decide to rush over to Tesco before work to buy coffee. And I took the plasters out my bag last week when I was clearing all the receipts out of it. Ow ow ow.

But you know, there's a black Porshe 911 parked right outside my window. It's surprising how much this improved my day.

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Pupils sent home for turf 'prank'.

Nothing but respect for those students (assuming that they actually turfed the place properly wall-to-wall to make a proper indoor lawn, rather than kicked a few pieces of turf around). That's what Keith Allen (who, as he pointed out on Top Gear, was expelled for moving all the pipes around on the school organ) referred to as 'intelligent vandalism'. It's fantastic. If a famous artist did it, it would be a statement. All we did on our last day was take lots of photos and wander meekly to the buses.

Also, it doesn't cost hundreds of pounds to clear up turf. Pfft. I hope I never end up as miserable and stuffy as the people who're putting a downer on such a cool prank.