Dame Dooby Jench

My Dear Fellows & Dear Princess Normal,

It has been pishing with rain all day. But we have nowhere to go and nothing to do, so have stayed inside our wee house.

And so have the boys! Their Auntie Feefs sent them a cardboard kitty house in the mail. It has a scratchie floor and requires only a little construction. The boys looked on patiently while Cazza did the necessary.

I was dubious. Cats never go where they are supposed to go... Wait? What's that? They LOVE it?

They've been in and out of it all day. Punky wanted his tea in there. Look at them, don't they look just delighted with it?

As for us, we watched the rather splendid documentary, Nothing Like A Dame. I think it was on British tv, but it actually got a cinema release here earlier in the year. 

My favourite bit was when the four actresses were sharing stories about their days in repertory theatre. Apparently they all stayed in horrific digs and would take revenge on gruesome landladies by "nailing a kipper to the underside of the dining table".

This prompted Joan Plowright to tell the story of Timothy West, who came in one evening to find his landlady having wild sex on the dining table. On seeing him, the landlady kicked off her partner, gathered her strewn clothes to her chest and said, "Oh Mister West, you must think me a terrible flirt."

That made me laugh a lot. 

S.

p.s. Today's title taken from a moment in the film where Maggie Smith completely mangles Judi's name. To be fair, she had been drinking.