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So apart from the unmitigated joy of obtaining The World's Comfiest Sofa (tm), I had a very good weekend. Saturday morning saw me visiting ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thalinoviel to take her shopping at Brent Cross, where she was unleashed on the Haberdashery department of John Lewis, gift vouchers clunched in hand.
Dear gods, that girl can shop for beads ;)
Having prised her away at last, after a lenghty debate about exactly how much over budget she was willing to go and what goodies could be sacrificed (an agonising choice!) , we adjourned to JL's restaurant, which has been very nicely fitted out. There's six different counters, all serving different types of food. However, just by luck, the one nearest the entrance was the cake counter *big grin* So there was tea all round, plus a large slab of delicious marmalade cake for me and a slice of equally delicious blackberry cheesecake forthalinoviel. Yum!
We then went and attacked HMV ruthlessly. I happily discovered that whereas the Boxed Set of the three Clint Eastwood "Man With No Name" movies is around £40+, the three movies individually could be purchased for the "3 for £20" dealy that HMV are offering. How tragic, I thought, how sad! Heh heh heh.thalinoviel once again went through the "Do I really need this CD? Do I really, really need this cd?" thing before buying (I think) a couple of cds.
Triumphantly we head home, where I had to make a hasty departure because I was supposed to be back home for 4pm in order to take part in a role playing scene. I made it but the ST didnt, which was annoying as I'd rather not have rushed back from what was a very pleasurable afternoon's shopping. Oh well.
Sunday I did bugger all, except occasional RP and idle watching of the football.
Today was OK. A typical Meh Monday - not too busy, not so interesting it was a good day.
This evening, the cat has been entertaining me, mostly against his will. He is a daft furball! My lounge door is one of those that tends to almost shut on its own. This has annoyed him for years and means I usually leave the door open so that he can go to and fro. However, this winter, the draft from the ill-fitting cat flap in the front door has meant I've been leaving the door almost shut, to stop feeling icy gales around my toeses. After much yowling the first day or so I did this, Rob finally learned How to Pull Open The Door To Get To The Hall and How to Push Open Door To Get To The Lounge. This is a breakthrough that has only taken him 10 years and change to accomplish ;)
However, he does have a fear of getting his head trapped. Any kind of pressure on his head makes him panic and pull back. This is a hindrance to him getting back into the lounge, because he hasn't yet learned that if he pushes with his head and then keeps pushing forward,, the door WILL open wide enough for him to get back into the lounge.
This means that I get treated to the sight of a black and white head frantically trying to get around the door, failing, and retreating, with the addition of an occasional frantically flailing paw.
In the short term it's very amusing to watch, but I usually take pity and open the door a smidge wider for him, after I've had a good giggle :) *leans over and scritches the furball*
thalinoviel to take her shopping at Brent Cross, where she was unleashed on the Haberdashery department of John Lewis, gift vouchers clunched in hand.Dear gods, that girl can shop for beads ;)
Having prised her away at last, after a lenghty debate about exactly how much over budget she was willing to go and what goodies could be sacrificed (an agonising choice!) , we adjourned to JL's restaurant, which has been very nicely fitted out. There's six different counters, all serving different types of food. However, just by luck, the one nearest the entrance was the cake counter *big grin* So there was tea all round, plus a large slab of delicious marmalade cake for me and a slice of equally delicious blackberry cheesecake for
thalinoviel. Yum!We then went and attacked HMV ruthlessly. I happily discovered that whereas the Boxed Set of the three Clint Eastwood "Man With No Name" movies is around £40+, the three movies individually could be purchased for the "3 for £20" dealy that HMV are offering. How tragic, I thought, how sad! Heh heh heh.
thalinoviel once again went through the "Do I really need this CD? Do I really, really need this cd?" thing before buying (I think) a couple of cds.Triumphantly we head home, where I had to make a hasty departure because I was supposed to be back home for 4pm in order to take part in a role playing scene. I made it but the ST didnt, which was annoying as I'd rather not have rushed back from what was a very pleasurable afternoon's shopping. Oh well.
Sunday I did bugger all, except occasional RP and idle watching of the football.
Today was OK. A typical Meh Monday - not too busy, not so interesting it was a good day.
This evening, the cat has been entertaining me, mostly against his will. He is a daft furball! My lounge door is one of those that tends to almost shut on its own. This has annoyed him for years and means I usually leave the door open so that he can go to and fro. However, this winter, the draft from the ill-fitting cat flap in the front door has meant I've been leaving the door almost shut, to stop feeling icy gales around my toeses. After much yowling the first day or so I did this, Rob finally learned How to Pull Open The Door To Get To The Hall and How to Push Open Door To Get To The Lounge. This is a breakthrough that has only taken him 10 years and change to accomplish ;)
However, he does have a fear of getting his head trapped. Any kind of pressure on his head makes him panic and pull back. This is a hindrance to him getting back into the lounge, because he hasn't yet learned that if he pushes with his head and then keeps pushing forward,, the door WILL open wide enough for him to get back into the lounge.
This means that I get treated to the sight of a black and white head frantically trying to get around the door, failing, and retreating, with the addition of an occasional frantically flailing paw.
In the short term it's very amusing to watch, but I usually take pity and open the door a smidge wider for him, after I've had a good giggle :) *leans over and scritches the furball*
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Don'tcha just love furballs?
When I'm in bed, I can hear scratching at the door when she wants in. When I was in the living room, however, I discovered exactly what the scratching is. I'd figured it was just her scratching innocently at the base of the door, but I was wrong.
What she does is this:
She stares long and hard at the doorknob from a distance. She then takes a flying leap at it, and proceeds to claw at the knob with both paws, presumably trying to twist it open. She keeps this up usually until I let her in. It's adorable. She's absolutely not above hanging from it, her little hind paws dangling inches from the floor. :)
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