This is Charlie, my cat. Charlie Bo Barley to give him his full, unofficial name. C Bo B when he's feeling groovy, and Charles when he's looking suave.
Mum wanted to call him Mr Bo Jangles but I swiftly put a stop to that one.
He was called Lottie for a couple of weeks, back when we thought he was a girl (sorry Charlie).
He is, as you can see, a cat of many names, but no longer has quite so many lives.
When he was about a year old he dissapeared for about a week. We put up posters in the street asking people to check sheds and garages for him and one night, at about 10pm he showed up on the back door step looking skinny and terrified. We're pretty sure he got in a shed through a window and couldn't get out until someone opened it. There went life number 1.
Another night, about 2 or 3 years ago, my dad called me through the to livingroom as Charlie was in there, again looking terrified. He couldn't walk properly on one leg and his tail was drooping. A trip to the vets and we figured out he had fallen from a tree, landed square on his buttocks, and broken his tail at the base, also pulling a muscle in his front leg trying to cling to the tree as he made his descent. What followed were 2 very stressful weeks. Because the break was so close to the base of his tail (which is, obviously, part of his spine) we had to make sure he was able to go to the toilet by himself before we could get his tail sorted. If he couldn't go to the toilet, he would have no quality of life. Charlie is very much an outdoor boy, and keeping him cooped up made him quite depressed. Also, I have never had such an obsession with wee and pooh! Thankfully he was ok, but he had to loose his lovely grey ringed tail. Still I would rather have a Charlie with no tail than no Charlie at all! He does now have an amusing stumpy tail, that fluffs up like a pompom when hes excited. But that was life 2, gone.
Thirdy, perhaps a year and a half ago, dad found Charlie sitting on his bedroom windowledge looking, you guessed it, terrified. He couldnt put any weight on his back left leg and his foot was really swollen. Though thankfully it calmed down without having to go to the vet and nothing was broken. I reckon he got it caught in some of the wire fencing around one of the fields. Possibly he leapt over a fence, got stuck, and was left dangling for a bit. Strike 3.
Charlie also has a metal BB pellet in his neck. We have no idea when he was shot, and suspect it was someone out shooting rabbits (which I dont condone, not least because they shot my cat!!) as we live in the countryside. Again, a very lucky escape as I am quite sure Mr Farmer McShooty was aiming for his head. 4th time unlucky.
So at last count my cat has 5 lives and 6 names. I love my Charlie Boy......oh theres another name!
Ah the simple things. Like stewed apple and custard.
Today I went into Glasgow with Eileen. I found what I want for my birthday in July. I figured it could just go in the livingroom and I'll sit on it to watch TV.
Our main reason for going out for the day was to get a fish pedicure - or fishicure. It was possibly the weirdest sensation in the world, and Eileen squealed alot but it was quite good fun. We could actually feel their little fish mouths nibbling ourfeet.
We also went and had a very very tasty lunch at the13th Note bar. Its a vegetarian place so we had falafel burgers, YUM.
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? NO! Its Super Jen!!
I am not normally one to wear clothing with giant pictures of woodland creatures printed on it.....but this was just too dang cute not to buy!
Mon petite automobile!! It has returned!
Other than picking Eileen up and dropping her back home again, this is the only place I managed to go today. And I went there twice. Considering I didnt get dressed until about 2pm, I think thats quite good. Lazy Sunday tastic.
The Fog was a horror film, right? Well my drive home from the train station was a bit like a horror film. The fog was so bad in places I could barely see 15 feet infront of me and I was doing about 15mph. Its at those times, in a horror film, you expect the crazy murderer to either suddenly appear standing in the middle of the road causing the star of the movie to swerve wildly and crash into a field and so the film continues with a game of cat and mouse through a dark forest. Or the murderer would pop up from the back seat and slash the throat of the driver. Neither are nice things to be imagining when driving alone, in thick fog on unlit roads that are lined by only fields and trees and the odd house (that is home to a crazy old person who turns out to actually be the murderer). :(
So the train to work this morning was incredibly busy. So busy infact that I couldn't get on the first one.
This picture shows the crook of my elbow. As you can (just about) see, an evil vampire nurse stole some of my blood. As she was taking my blood (to quench her evil thirst) she made me hold the needle, WHILE IT WAS IN MY ARM, so she could get another vial thingy. Evil :( Gutted it hasn't bruised more, because she kept wiggling the needle about.....
CHILLI!! This is my favourite dinner, and since my dad is away on business for a couple of days, mum and I typically have an easy dinner (this is usually when we sneak in a McDonalds too! Maybe that'll be tomorrows dinner). Mine was the big plate and, unsurprisingly, I didn't manage to finish it but my tummy is full and I am a happy bunny. Now, to watch some Bondi Rescue!
This is Charlie, my cat. Charlie Bo Barley to give him his full, unofficial name. C Bo B when he's feeling groovy, and Charles when he's looking suave.
Was babysitting for my big sister and her husband tonight while they went out for a few hours with some chums. The boys both managed to beat me at a card game designed for people aged 8 and up. Lewis is 6 (l) and Andrew is 7 (r).....and I am 28 :(
This is my new favourite programme. It's about the lifeguards on Bondi Beach rescuing drowning people and such like. It has basically cemented in my mind that people just should not go into water any more than knee deep.
Ouch, my knee!! Decided to do an impromptu ice skate this morning going to the car and ended up in a half split on my knee. Very graceful.
This evening I went to my nephews school show. It was their Christmas show, but with all the terrible weather in December the school was shut quite a few days so the rehersals didnt get done. 
My big sister Eileen and niece Elise came to visit today. I believe the males of their household were having a geeky day and playing Magic cards.
Having a little tipple this fine evening. I am not generally a big drinker but this stuff is YUM! My mum and I purchased it in the summer while on a family holiday in the north of France. Its made from apples, and is rather tasty with some tonic water and ice.
Snow!!! Its been snowing. Not alot, I'll admit, but its just the start. We are due for heay snow tonight, and the temperature has been dropping (it was -7 degrees C this morning in the car).
So it was a cold evening. So cold, infact, that the inside of the windscreen on the car was frozen.
This *was* my photo for today. It shows how ridiculously early for work I was. I start at 9 and normally i get in about 8:45. However for some unknown reason I was in and sitting at my desk for 8:27. However late morning something incredibly exciting (for me) happened......
This morning I was the only person IN THE WORLD going to work. That may be a slight exaggeration but I took this photo at 7:55am while waiting on my (late) train. The 2 platforms were empty. Normally they are packed with people. Particularly when the train is late.
Today was the 2nd birthday of my niece, Elise. This is her birthday cake which was made by my dad (her granda) and decorated by my younger sister, her Auntie Sarah, with Peppa Pig (oink oink!). For reference, this is Peppa Pig in her cartoon glory:
