Hey, Lady

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

It is so not fair that I have to get my @rse out of bed in the morning and go to work. And it is so not even unfairer that I then get pixts like THIS from Cazza.

This is she, in bed this morning (at about 9am) reclining with cats. I had actually put Jasper on the pink catty blanket myself before I left the house. He was complaining about something, but if you plop him down on a blanket and stroke him for about 10 seconds he tends to realise that actually life isn't so bad after all and shuts up.

Apparently Punky jumped up and snuggled in about an hour later. "So I COULDN'T get up," explained Cazza, using the unerring logic of a pussycat-lover.

Obviously, I could not disagree.

My day was not nearly so pleasant. I don't mind my job, especially. But when you compare it to being under a duvet and covered in cats it is rubbish. Plus, I had the awful experience of sitting at work, typing away, calm as you please when I noticed myself humming something...

Dum dee Nice and the isle of Greece
La la sipped champagne on a yacht
Doo doo doo doo doo and showed 'em what I've got
I've been undressed by kings and I've seen some things
La la la dum dee dee
I've been to paradise, but I've never been to me

YES! I found myself singing "I've Never Been To Me" by effing Charlene in my head. Goodness knows what swamp my memory dragged THAT up from.

And WHY do I know so many of the words?!? It is all bloody Wogan's fault.

And now I can't get rid of it. It is STUCK there. I tried listening to Sharon Jones but Charlene refuses to go away!

I'm going to put this down to Monday. 

S.