Bleach and cat litter

Dragged myself out of bed after a long sleep.

Picked B up and took this shot. The colours are almost too good to be true, which is what I thought when I looked up at them. Not much has changed on this shot from that first view.

Went to Confession. Felt rebooted and re-energised.

Pie date with B.

Off to the beach to walk the red boy. We had a lot of fun picking up shells, throwing sticks for the dog to ignore and talking about John the Baptist and Samson.

Off to the movies to use my free tickets (they expire next week). We saw Letters to Juliet. I have to say, despite the obvious over-sensationalism and predictable plot and the poor girl who had what I can only imagine was a major Tourette episode part way through the movie and threw her popcorn everywhere, it was actually quite enjoyable. No gratuitous sex, violence or swearing. Makes a change these days.

Quick visit to the supermarket to get re-supplies of the afore mentioned bleach (which leaked all over me) and cat litter (which Pio seems to get through at an alarming rate).

Then home to a grumpy and tired puss who had been outside all day.

Black top now streaked with attractive pink bleach 'stains'. Just thought 'Phew, at least it's only the $10 cotton top and not the rather more expensive cardigan I was wearing, open, on top of it'.

Boys are snoozing, dreaming of their tea which I'm about to serve up. Fire is burning. Washing is done and ready to dry.

Listening to this.

Night all.