I really have no time to write a post, but I can't bear that sad, sad, last one to stay at the top of the page any longer, so here is my Yorkshire Vet email conversation with B last night (parts in " " direct quotes from last night's episode).
B: "CUSTARDY PUS".
B: "Worm burden"
E: Worm burden is actually my stage name.
B: I would like to be clear that because my birthday is next Monday and you have already had your birthday you have to let me have Julian.
E: Nope nope nopety nope.
B: Birthday. Penumbra*. *mic drop*
E: ACTUALLY MY BIRTHDAY PENUMBRA HASN'T ACTUALLY FINISHED YET ACTUALLY.
B: DUELLING PENUMBRAS. RuPaul would know what to do.
E: Veterinary themed runway and lip snynch!
E: ps. I would watch the hell out of a "cat rodeo"
B: I am currently of the opinion that separating "cat rodeo" from animal themed lip synch for your life is a mistake.
E: I realised that as soon as I pressed send.
(*Birthday penumbra, B coinage, the days preceding and following your birthday during which everyone is obliged to be super nice to you. Can be extended at will. Obviously.)
Current weather (-3°C, beautiful winter sunshine) is my absolute favourite even though I am wearing a woolly hat, origins unknown, possibly left behind by Prog Rock, in the house. I don't think it's his favourite weather though:
I've just been made aware of this delicious salad and it has made me wholly hysterical. Something about the jaunty music + horrified comments + huffy replies.
New Belinda Bauer (The Beautiful Dead) = extremely gripping and also I am hoarding that new Scandi BBC4 number, so I am sorted, crime-wise.
You? Any small salvations in the ongoing garbage fire? I would like some comments for my birthday penumbra, please.