Not much to report at the mo. Not a lot terribly interesting going on.
I got to speak (too briefly) with Hendrix-Cat for the first time over the weekend, which was a treat.
The l'il pooper was having a problem with constipation, which had Vi in hysterics for 2 days, but a little KY in the bum did the trick and everything's moving along nicely now at that end. (This is the last time I will ever post anything about a baby's BMs, I promise.)
I finally took the restrictors off my windows so I can get some cool air in at night and sleep. (It was so hot in my flat I actually got heat rash on my ass.) Did the same in the kitchen. Holy air ciruculation, Batman!
Had a bit of a nasty email exchange with the Hairy Man. When I broke up with him I told him I'd pay for the French holiday we'd booked. This week he emailed me the invoice for the cancellation fee and asked me to reimburse him. I put the checque in the mail that evening; he received it the next day, and propmtly sent me an email saying he knows i'm short of cash and will therefore not cash the cheque. !!! Exasperating. He aslo said some very nasty, condescending, insulting, and hypocritical things. Not like him at all. No idea what to make of it, but it's making me feel like shit all over again, just when I was starting to get it together. Hm. Maybe that was his plan all along, who knows.
Things are wonderful with the Pirate. He phones me or texts me every night to say goodnight and send a kiss. My day isn't over until I've head his voice and know he's OK. He's coming for dinner tomorrow night. I think I'll bake a lasagne.
's about it, really. I hope your lives are more exciting, but given the disticnt paucity of fresh posts among my imaginary friends this week, i suspect we're all equally apathetic at the mo.