Smoky Sunday

Mutterings continued.

A busy day. Cleaning up the debris from last night (more later), two loads of washing, gave Manfred a bath (more of a shower really), a trip out to Dad's unit to check the mail, etc, then back to Nedlands to visit him in hospital. He's doing much better and eating lots.

Driving out to Kelmscott was an unpleasant experience. There are six out of control bushfires in the south east and the surburbs from Beckenham to Armadale are blanketed in smoke. It's probably a good thing Dad is in hospital as the smoke would do his emphysema no good at all.

Don't know who wrote this but it is the truth:

"In the beginning...

In the beginning, God created cats. And the cats were without abundant scratching posts, litter boxes, or servants. God looked and said, "It is not good that the cats have no scratching posts, litter boxes, or servants."

So God created humans, and the humans filled their houses with furniture and litter boxes, and became servants unto the cats. And God looked and saw that it was good.

Then God did sharpen his claws ... "

Dinner last night went well. My experimental spinach and fetta sausage rolls turned out ok, despite having an ingredient missing and L and R not noticing, as did the Spanish Roast Salad, despite having a couple of ingredients missing and L and R not noticing. Leece opined that I'll be omitting an ingredient a week until all they are given are empty plates.

The evening's viewing consisted of an OTT Glenda "Pirate" Jackson taking over the Muppets, my favourite ep of Stargate, a gripping episode of Stargate Atlantis and an absolutely appalling movie entitled Alien from L.A. given the MST3K treatment. A hell of a lot must have been jetisoned by the Mystie team as the credits include a lot of characters not actually seen by us in the movie. This is, of course, a good thing.

And then I set fire to the kitchen.

And my rubber chicken was a hit.