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I have spent the last seven days at my parents' house, looking after four cats (and myself). It has been gruelling. I have forgotten how human interaction works - is it customary to rub up against a person's leg when you greet them? Or hiss if you don't like them?

S is arriving tonight for the home stretch of the cat/house-sit, and I can't wait. It feels like I haven't seen him for weeks. I've really missed him.

Purrrrp.

mercredi à l'orange

Today is mostly ORANGE which means two-for-one (or toofer) at the cinema, which is exciting because S and I will be going on a DATE. I like date nights. The last date night we had ended in severe drunkenness though so the cinema is a much safer option. There will likely be less pole dancers on tonight's date.

I went for a run this morning and have worked out that 0.6 miles was actually covered in a running fashion, and 0.3 miles in more of a walking fashion. I am going to keep it up though because one of my colleagues (Sir Gorney Weaver) has challenged me to do the Leeds Half Marathon in September with him.

Watch this space. Or the one that's now behind me. Ha.