So I hid my slices of worktime nibbly salami under the keyboard, what time I slipped downstairs to refresh my glass of worktime wine.
That thump I heard downbelow? That was indeed the sound of Mac casting my keyboard to the floor, in order to get at the salami. Sigh. Please can I have stupider cats, please? I hate that feeling they're one step ahead of me all the time...
In other news: a cold? Just now, with a book to finish and public performances looming? Do. Not. Want.
*sniffs*
*coughs*
*drinks more wine*
That thump I heard downbelow? That was indeed the sound of Mac casting my keyboard to the floor, in order to get at the salami. Sigh. Please can I have stupider cats, please? I hate that feeling they're one step ahead of me all the time...
In other news: a cold? Just now, with a book to finish and public performances looming? Do. Not. Want.
*sniffs*
*coughs*
*drinks more wine*
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Date: 2007-10-24 05:26 pm (UTC)(Actually, usually I'm a hot-toddy man: give me whisky, lemon, honey for medicine. With a dash of angostura for flavour. Just, today I've got this death-march thing, I'm trying to work through it, so I'm hurling down the wine as being slightly less lethal to the working impulse...)
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Date: 2007-10-25 09:40 am (UTC)But I have had supermarket own brand Islay which I did not like (can't remember which one, and doubtless adding hot water and honey to it would have helped. And a clove or two).