Unlike a cat Yol has a very good sense of direction.
I sympathise. I think my neighbours think I'm having an affair as I regularly pull up outside our house in the dark and make a few last calls in the relative peace of the car before I enter into the onslaught of toddler-dom noise attack. In fact, my nosey neighbour Brian made a point of coming up to me only this morning, put his arm around me and asked me if everything was alright in I must say a rather searching tone.
Funny.
Croatia looks nice.
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I swear to god she'll be back later today. (My life feels like a Jim Thompson novel crossed with bad chick-lit at the moment). I have to hotwire the car every time I want to drive it (looks kinda cool though opening the hood to start and stop the engine) but my main anxieties are the bread and butter of chick-lit (am i drinking/smoking too much? the house is a mess? am i turning into my dad/mum?).
Posted by: Paolo at October 9, 2004 09:35 AMAnd why do the neighbours keep looking at me so weirdly......
Posted by: astrid at October 9, 2004 03:21 PMIs she back yet? I hope so, I don't want you to turn into an episode of Without A Trace, or as my mum calls it Where Have They Gone?
Posted by: J-Bo at October 12, 2004 10:40 PMShe is back.
BTW the David referred to earlier is David Jackson for those who know him. Perhaps information most useful to the flatmate who the cat belonged to...
Posted by: Paolo at October 16, 2004 12:11 AM