I am sitting at my desk, feeling queasy as the building sways in the winds presently buffeting Auckland. I've eaten three Fizzy Pig's Tails (a Marks & Sparks treat kindly brought back from the Motherland by a colleague which isn't porcine but sugary and delicious) but they aren't having a great effect on my equilibrium either. I'm sure the building is meant to move like this in the event of a storm, but the creaking is unnerving, from where I'm sitting on the 21st floor.
I have a cat picture, now with bonus husband:
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| I CALL THIS 'CAT ON CAT ON HUSBAND'. COCOA BLENDS WELL WITH P'S JEANS, BUT IS IN FACT ATTEMPTING TO SMOTHER TABITHA WITH LOVE WHILE RECEIVING PLEASURABLE UNDER CHIN SCRATCHES. |
If that ain't love on a cold night, I don't know what is.
A Whinge and a Cat Picture. New tagline for the blog?
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