Bank holidays

What is it about bank holidays this year? All they do is incite the worst weather. This is particularly on my mind as Lucy is sitting at my elbow, loudly demanding that I go out there and turn the water off. I don't know why my cats think that anything outside the house is within my control, but every time the weather's manky they follow me around for several hours, wailing, until they've checked every exit to make sure that the same weather exisists outside each one. (Remember The Door into Summer?) Only then will they settle down on the bed, casting darkling glances my way. Sometimes the provision of food, shelter, warmth, strokes and medical care just isn't enough, it seems.

The magazine is starting to look like a real magazine. I won't mention the friend who phoned to point out that some of the current proof is in Latin (go on, I'm sure you can work it out). I've only misspelt one person's name so far, but then Kay's blog made me a little nervous:
http://writingneuroses.blogspot.com/

Oh, and I've become an avid freecycler. Go to Yahoo groups and see if there's one in your area. It's amazing what people can find a use for and much better than all those trips to the tip.