Crooked Hearts

Ah, Charley. Love 'im.

Just beautiful

So there was Dandy, lying on the back of the sofa, the sun on his lovely face, and his long, fluffy tail draped across the scatter cushions. Irresistible.

I closed in.

Focused on his face, its perfect profile intact despite
the recent surgery.

Then he turned his beautiful face towards me,

also wonderfully scar-free.

What a gorgeous cat, his purrsonality as purrfect as his looks.

Salute of the Jugger

AKA Blood of Heroes.

Pretty violent stuff.













Why do we watch this again? Oh yes...




















Let me kiss it better.





























He looks so surprised to get all those girls!

Priorities

Health care is important. It's good that the US Senate looks set to pass the bill, though at rather a high cost to women with unwanted pregnancies.

Talking of high costs, who is paying the highest cost of climate change? The developed countries that are due to cough up funds to help those most likely to be affected (though most still owe the last lot of aid they promised, so don't hold your breath)? Or the countries they are supposed to pay it to?

The people of those countries will pay for the developed world's luxury by either drowning or frying. Their wildlife, already decimated by our hunting, our greed for hardwood, or beef for our burgers, or the coltan to enable us to have the latest mobile phone, is dying of hunger, thirst and habitat loss.

So President Obama leaves an unresolved climate conference to see through a bill which will enable health care to the poorest US citizens, while the poorest citizens of the world - some of them fellow countrymen of his own father and family - are left to pay for our greed.

When there is no longer a world to have health care in, it will look like a pretty stupid choice. But will there be anyone left to realise this?

Mr Obama, to say I am disappointed in you would be like saying I'm quite fond of having breathing. Understatement in the extreme.

You gave the world hope. The world has been betrayed.

If only Al Gore had been given the Presidency when he won it, instead of being cheated out of it by the Bush Brothers, we might be living under very different circumstances today.

Signs Of Life

This was not easy to cap, as I believe it was somehow copied from a video (bless Eliza) and Vincent seems to move quite fast in places. Nevertheless, the pretty young thing is so sweet and edible that I feel I have had supper without even eating. Good for the diet.

Oh, no, wait - I DID have supper before I started!

Jottings

Well, I don't know about the rest of the south east, but in this part of London, the promised (threatened?) snow didn't arrive, but it has been piggin' cold. Wednesday night's snow did not completely melt, and so has refrozen on pavements, making them treacherous. Who knows what comes next.

Yesterday afternoon I had a little operation at my doctor's, the removal of what appears to be (and I hope I've got this right) a seborrhic cyst. I don't think he sewed me up so much as darned me afterwards.

He'd decided to put on an extra surgery day to catch up on a backlog. No one gave any thought to the post-surgery practicalities like GETTING MY STITCHES REMOVED.

They should come out next Friday. Which is, of course, Christmas Day. The following Monday is also a holiday, and the nurse appears not to have a clinic till Wednesday 30th, a whole 5 days late. Meanwhile, I am not supposed to get the wound, which is in a part of my back that I can't reach, and is directly under the back of my bra, wet. This means NO SHOWERS OR HAIRWASHES FOR 12 DAYS.

As if.

I managed to have a contortionist-style shower this morning, keeping my back dry, and with a duck and a crouch I even got my hair washed. And I actually kept my back, and the bathroom floor, dry!

It wasn't easy, but at least I'm clean, for now, until I manage to slip and break something. Hopefully not one of my bones.