I am, as is often the case, still up because MasterB is enjoying some Outside Time. His Outside Time makes me feel increasingly that to move somewhere with a catflap and private garden, however small, would significantly improve the quality of his life. And mine. Hartley and Smudge, the two black and white fur balls are also outside in our garden. Hartley is very friendly to me and would be friendly to MasterB, but the objet of his affection is playing Hard to Get. Actually, I think Hartley is looking for a new home where he would gets lots of love and attention. I don’t think it’s my home, but I wish him luck.
As I have heard nothing to the contrary, I believe Ann is still alive. Ridiculous, but I can’t help feeling if she has made it through the weekend she might still surprise everyone and rise again from her sick bed.
Octavia has been looking for talcum powder and not finding it. Since she said this I have seen talcum powder on sale everywhere. There is a mystery here I am not sure I am qualified to solve.
Marks and Spencer, a company to which I have been intensely loyal, has incurred my wrath. It is marketing vegetarian dishes with these words:
Forget dull, lacklustre meat-free options, our range of vibrant veggie food is so tasty it’ll even tempt the meat eaters
Read more at http://www.marksandspencer.com/c/food-to-order#GL28Xl0AULXSEJIz.99
Well, you know what, I have eaten tasty vegetarian food for several decades without the help of M&S and not been tempted by meat at all. And tempting meat eaters is the last of my priorities. Actually it’s not a priority at all. I don’t like meat. I do not think of my diet as inferior to a meat eater’s diet, yet M&S evidently thinks I should. The dull, lack lustre options have not been the options vegetarians have been eating, they have been the options suggested by companies and restaurants whose management thinks anything minus meat must be second class. In an ideal world we’d all be vegetarian. Alas if that ever happens I doubt it’ll be in my lifetime, but pretending that vegetarian food, or ‘options’ as M&S coyly calls it, has to be sexed up by clever chefs to make it palatable is a both insulting and a nonsense.
Autumn is upon us and I am back in socks. I love warm wooly jumpers, but I had been hoping for extended days of sunshine in September and October, a Keatsian time of plenty and warmth after cooler mornings. Whether I shall have an extended stay aboard das Boot this year is now debatable.
I think Himself has had enough Outside Time now, so I shall put a final full stop here, wish you good night and go out to the garden and get the boy in for tonight.