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desperanceWell, at least one boy benefitted. I just wasn't sure...
Thing is, I was preparing their tea, more or less driven to it in vague hopes of getting them out of my hair before I murdered them; and then there was a telephonic interruption. (Anyone suggesting that it was me wandering off to make a phone-call, rather than an incoming - well, you weren't here, you can't know that. Witness stands mute of malice.)
And when I hung up, there was Mac skipping excitedly about my feet; and I said "Have you had nice tea, then?" as I do, and wandered through to the kitchen in pursuit of wine - and found Baz up on the counter, cheerfully licking out one of the cat-bowls. One of the two, both of which I had clearly left up there full of their tea rather than putting them down on the floor in the traditional manner; and what are the chances of the boys having nicely shared the very limited counter-space, as against Baz hogging it all and emptying both bowls while Mac fussed and panicked down below...?
So Mac got a handful of consolatory kibble, just in case - and then Baz had to have one too, because of course it could be that Mac had wollufed down both bowls and come to brag at me about it and Baz was just garnering the last few licks...
So they've both had tea, and at least one has had extra tea, and it's eminently possible that one of them is on three teas out of four.
Hell, I don't care. I have downloaded new instances of my office suite onto three iterations of two operating systems, and they all seem to be working. Now I am going to knock up a quick early supper - four-cheese pasta with broccoli and mushrooms, since you ask (if I remember the mushrooms) - and then go out to the theatre. Now that I'm allowed out, I'm taking full advantage. Britten's Turn of the Screw - I am so looking forward to this...
Thing is, I was preparing their tea, more or less driven to it in vague hopes of getting them out of my hair before I murdered them; and then there was a telephonic interruption. (Anyone suggesting that it was me wandering off to make a phone-call, rather than an incoming - well, you weren't here, you can't know that. Witness stands mute of malice.)
And when I hung up, there was Mac skipping excitedly about my feet; and I said "Have you had nice tea, then?" as I do, and wandered through to the kitchen in pursuit of wine - and found Baz up on the counter, cheerfully licking out one of the cat-bowls. One of the two, both of which I had clearly left up there full of their tea rather than putting them down on the floor in the traditional manner; and what are the chances of the boys having nicely shared the very limited counter-space, as against Baz hogging it all and emptying both bowls while Mac fussed and panicked down below...?
So Mac got a handful of consolatory kibble, just in case - and then Baz had to have one too, because of course it could be that Mac had wollufed down both bowls and come to brag at me about it and Baz was just garnering the last few licks...
So they've both had tea, and at least one has had extra tea, and it's eminently possible that one of them is on three teas out of four.
Hell, I don't care. I have downloaded new instances of my office suite onto three iterations of two operating systems, and they all seem to be working. Now I am going to knock up a quick early supper - four-cheese pasta with broccoli and mushrooms, since you ask (if I remember the mushrooms) - and then go out to the theatre. Now that I'm allowed out, I'm taking full advantage. Britten's Turn of the Screw - I am so looking forward to this...