We’ve got four windows in now (living room, kitchen, bathroom and cellar), although nearly all of them still need sealing and finishing off.

A cat flap has been fitted in the cellar one. I’ve just started to train the cats in the way of the flap but it was slow progress: for example, Carbon was that scared of the flappiness that he ran away from it. I think they’ll need some more one-to-one tutorials with a side order of bribery to master the basics. A few more brain cells probably wouldn’t hurt either.

We’re having double glazing put in at the moment and while the fitters were hard at work, I went down to the shop to pick up some beverage sundries. When I came back, I saw Sili (aptly named feline) hanging out of the space where the bathroom window once was. It didn’t surprise me in the slightest.

I got an email from “eBay” this morning claiming I needed to “update my billing information”. Of course, this was really just phishing for my eBay account details so they could happily defraud me and sully my good eBay name by defrauding others and bidding on Spice Girl merchandise. So, naturally, I clicked on the link to “eBay” supplied in the email.
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My boss has started eating “luxury” yoghurts every day with his lunch. I suggested to him that it is a bourgeois dessert and consequently, he will be first against the wall when the revolution comes. He accepted this with aplomb, as any man eating creamy Lactobacillus bulgaricus would. I then suggested that Bush would eat luxury yoghurts, which caused him to put down his little plastic spoon and announce that such a suggestion was going too far.

I’m sure Bush would only eat luxury yoghurts when he had company and Laura made him so he didn’t look stupid in front of the Prime Minister of Norway or whatever: most the time he would prefer those Fruit Corner types with either sweets or a toy in the corner. He’d probably choke on the toy though.