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And it's drizzling. And I ran out of tobacco, an event guaranteed to make me swear. So I had a cup of tea, eyed the greyness of the morning and headed out, dog in tow, to fetch more of my favoured poison. Poor Axl, he sat in the car and watched the steady stream of pensioners getting their morning paper with deep suspicion. He's such a wuss.

On the way back we stopped off at the park, and I spotted that we weren't going to be alone. However - O happy coincidence! - that it was one of my favourite clients and her two delightful dogs Cassie and Alfie.

Cassie is an elderly German Shepherd and Alfie is... well, I think his mum was a Bedlington/Whippet lurcher but dad was, by all accounts, a Rottweiler. He's a sweet dog. And thank god their owner is a sensible sort so all three were able to bomb around the park quite happily; Cassie had to try and pounce on Axl as he turned the corner, because she isn't quite as quick as she used to be!

Axl was in heaven; he could race about the field at top speed, do his famous flypasts and Alfie did no more than growl if the idiot zipping around came too close to his ball. And I had a nice stroll chatting to the owners; one of the great things about what I do for a living is that it introduces me to a lot of great people. And it's nice to be able to chat to them when their animals aren't poorly!

So we've had a good walk.

Slay's just turned up - I swear, that man can smell a kettle boiling at fifty paces - he's just woken up again. He got me up at five this morning (by accident, he swears) when he got up to watch the moto GP and left all the lights ablaze...

Git.

He's crashing and banging about noisily, preparing to take the drum boxes over to his brother's. They're moving, and the boxes are for James's (our nephew) drumkit. We're going to see if he wants to come to the drum show with us next weekend - Nicko is compering, and I'm going to try and stalk meet him and thank him for the Hammersmith gig. Because what I saw of it was awesome...

Plus I'd just like to meet Nicko again. He's all kinds of cool.

So. I have tobacco. I have tea. I will shortly have some peace. I have Live After Death playing. Let's see if the Muses will come out to play...

Busy morning. And I've got the ten-hour-shift-from-Hell to come yet, deep joy.

Still, I've got e-mail which says that both my corsets (*ahem*) should ship today. So if I'm really lucky I should have them both tomorrow, which would seriously rock.

Oh heck, we're supposed to go camping sunday and monday - off to a muster. Trouble is, I don't actually want to go now...it's a lot of fucking hassle and after the last few days I don't need it. It's cold out there and I'm not such a huge camping fan that I enjoy freezing my tits off in a tent, thanks.

Maybe I can talk Slay out of it...?

0631. Fuck. What am I doing awake so goddamn early...? Except for the fact I'm always up early these days. Well. Looking after the nieces today (*tremble*), and have to be there by 0830. Before that I have to:

Feed and groom husband.

Feed and walk dog.

Feed, water, and medicate ferrets. Well, only have to medicate one, but he gets extra cuddles.

Oh yes, and I have to shower, eat, get ready and all that. No bloody wonder I forget to eat sometimes, is it?

0706. The media is watching the latest shuttle mission with ghoulish glee, no doubt hoping to see it do the big firework on its way down. Bastards.

Slay has gone to work. Thank fuck. He, you see, is a morning person. As soon as he is awake he's alert, commenting on the news and full of piss and vinegar.

I couldn't give a fuck until lunchtime, to be quite honest. How I manage to avoid bashing his head in is a constant miracle to me.

Checked out the latest Metal Hammer. Pics of the gig, great pics of the boys, I didn't make it in there. Bastards. Still, I'm in Todays Pilot... twice....

Right. Shower.

Catch y'all later, 'K?