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M'friend Val McDermid has won the Theakston's Old Peculier award for crime novel of the year, with her book 'The Grave Tattoo'. I'm very pleased. What with m'other friend Ann Cleeves picking up the Dagger, I'm beginning to feel encompassed by awardees.

[Edited for accuracy: it's not 'The Grave Tattoo' at all, and I'm an idiot; it's 'The Torment of Others'. Hangs head in shame, and creeps away...]

Speaking of Daggers, though, their new sponsors Duncan Lawrie have sent me a copy of their in-bank magazine, with an article about the awards and the Crime Writers' Association more generally. Very sweet of them: just a bit of a pity that they can't spell either John Creasey who founded the association or Ann Cleeves who has just won their inaugural award. Ah, me.

Barry has caught the note of celebration in my typing, and celebrated himself by assassinating another of my chilli plants. I am going to have no harvest at all this year, between his depredations and the greenfly. Though I have successfully hatched five ladybirds, which is something. I suppose. Can't eat ladybirds.

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Thanks for these. Barry's assassination method is, alas, more direct: he leaps up onto the windowsill, and one way or another, the plant ends up on the carpet, all spilled out of its pot. And chillies hate having their roots disturbed, so repotting is a vain gesture.

Next year I'm going to find or build some kind of trough to put the pots in, that will just be too heavy for him to knock over. This year's a write-off (much distress - see icon for portion of previous harvest).

The tabasco tip is very welcome, though - he also likes chewing metal (radio aerials, etc), which disconcerts me thoroughly. I'm worried for his teeth, so I will try that. Never had a cat with an oral fixation before; he eats everything, all the food he can get hold of, ditto flies, ditto chewables. Ditto me. I've got scars...

And it's nice to meet you too. I'm new around here, and lovin' it already...