FEELING VICTIMISED

I can only assume this is part of some dog-dementia-induced paranoia but Pal has developed a real mistrust of me with his food over the last few months as he's got older and more infirm. Tonight really took the biscuit, though.

I came with a big piece of leftover beef for him, put it in his dish and sat down. Moments later he had it in his mouth and was frantically combing the whole of Mum's living room looking for a place to hide it, and crying each time a spot he investigated turned out to be unsuitable! 

Advent is getting on my nerves, slightly.

Well, at least there's a sort of momentum. I feel like blogging and have no inspiration, just like last time. We just switched to Virgin Media from Sky and with that came a free six months of Netflix, which is rather exciting. I started to watch Some Like It Hot on TV, and could watch the rest in bed on my phone when I decided I was no longer comfortable on the couch. Modern technology, eh?  

The Christmas period is an odd one. I have a new diary but can't really use it for another week and a bit. I intend to start a new novena as well, but the one I have chosen, again, can't begin until the new year. I have finished pretty much all of my pressing work and the big festival itself is mainly taken care of. Yet I am restless. There is usually something I have overlooked and it's bugging me as to what it might be this time.

Maybe another movie on the box will refresh my memory....

Step One, With Any Luck

It has, yet again, been a long time since I blogged. I never seem to have the inspiration or the time. I probably do have the time but lacking the inspiration is bad enough. I watched Julie & Julia, however, and this gave me at least a strong desire so I had to come up with something. I am very tired, though, so let's hope this meagre offering will be the first step toward inspiration.