there is supposed to be baking happening. why is there no baking happening yet?

and yet we were not allowed one more espresso before the flight.

off its head on vaporub and sinus medication. sam got 100% in one of her first ou assignments on that combo. she says if she had not been so congested she would probably have able to smell time

"i really meant to bring some back for you, but then it turned out to be so big i could not help seeing it as a challenge and so i ate it all." - sam explaining why there was no pizza with her when she got back

would rescue the one on the right from mars. would happily leave the one on the left there.

"right," she says, "i am off. no terrorising the locals." look, flopsy did that ONCE and they are much more used to steely eyed hagglers here.

naples seems nice. we are just around the corner from a place that is famous for its bakage, and sam found a me-size moped on her way back from a mini-adventure underground.

sigh. more people who are dead to us. sam says actually this kind of thing helps. "there is too much to read and watch, but if i filter out things with racists and terfs and hetcis middle class white men, it makes it a bit more manageable."

sometimes when sam has been out she will come and drop something on the sofa all casual when she gets back.

sophie is absolutely sizing nora up for a future attack. be careful wee pup

it is good to see they are not born entirely zen, just mostly. also we are bookmarking this video for when sam says getting into your food does not mean like that

sam is on late shifts. none of us like this. i am not saying she should wake up specially to make sure those of us with more regular hours have tea when we wake up but

heh. freunde?

... if you see this, report with a vampire that is not dracula.

it is a snuggling on the sofa with books and enjoying the smells from the kitchen day. she is doing bananananana muffins

the power of a good pair of eyebrows

oh thank goodness. now....

til me and ncuti both like a good ribena.

do i have any canadian friends who could spread the word to edmonton area people? franca has been found but top screenplay writer and handsome (for a cat) man fiasco is still missing. his is the first link.

#yeg - EDMONTON, AB MISSING CATS - HIGHLANDS AREA FLUFFY GREY MALE ADULT (FIASCO) FLUFFY BLACK KITTEN (FRANCA) NO COLLARS, MICROCHIPPED PICS OF FIASCO BELOW. FOLLOW @premeemohamed.com

post a movie from the year you were born

this is a cayk tunnel alert. repeat: this is a cayk tunnel alert. i can smell melty chocolate and hear the big mixer whizzing

ok. photos!

sams idea of relaxing now she has submitted her planets project and taken me to see a HYPOCAUST is watching that sky at night she could not watch in case it ruined her project. the woman introducing it is like a fully tea-d up version of sam talking about them

i do not wish to get overexcited or anything but I APPEAR TO BE ON A BUS

you wake the elders in this house that suddenly, you lose a paw or two.

sam is nodding in agreement. "totally justified!" she says "and he is being v kind in turning to show it properly to everyone."

it is a good thing that she is shouting at a programme on the laptop rather than her work, i suppose.

enjoying our last day of having the flat to ourselves before she starts BIG STUDY LEAVE. so far we have moved the tea bags, eaten the ginger bics, and hidden one each of the pairs of socks on the airer. we act out of kindness. she needs small jobs to give her screen breaks and refresh her brain.

biscuits

"it might be a biscuits day," says sam, frowning at the stuff she wrote for uni yesterday. "good job i got these."

i have missed this.

THUNDER! *attempts to run excitedly to window.* *melts into carpet instead*

i wonder if sams brother knows about this? it would be right up his street. sam and me will stay on the lower floors.

out friend nick @hughnickhorne.bsky.social would strongly agree, and do one at you as proof.

hatch has always been an excellent dog

*gulp*

we are all being this today

there is a new small screamy shouty person upstairs. i hope they are just visiting.

we are watching baby. there is a whole comed masterclass in the framing - the occasional glimpse - of deans fight with the sheriff from the relative calm of the dashboard.

"sometimes" sam says, "you just need hobnobs."

*tuts at small penguin friends* @florikonrad.bsky.social

HOORAY! THE BOOK ABOUT PANTS THE HELLHOUND IS HERE! I HAVE BEEN ALLOWED DIBS!

es regnet. il pleut. βρέχει. i am going back to bed.

this is sam supposedly working on her uni stuff.

WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

obviously tog is number 9. harry is number 7. flopsy is either number 4 or number 6. cuddles is number 10. i fear i am number 5.

this is how harry sits when he is not on the back of the sofa.

SOMEONE in the house is 75% snot all of a sudden. we cannot focus on anything for fear of random repeat snot spore explosions.

not sure we like this being dark by 10pm thing.