Sunday Miscellany

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. Continue reading

My M&S

M&S, or Marks and Spencer as those of you not resident in the UK may know it, is a feature of our high streets, and the place where some ridiculously high percentage of British women buy their underwear.

A recent ad campaign used the slogan ‘My M&S’. I think they missed a trick. They should have come to my local branch. My M&S really is special. It’s small, but not one of the newish locals. It’s scruffy. But it has a place at the heart of our community other branches would envy. Continue reading