Languishing in bed with dogs squiggled into the gaps, the door open onto the decking hinting at a grey, benign day - unlike much of the UK and I can't help but count my blessings.
Reality is challenged by a peak - actually a long, fascinated glare - at Big Brother 8. Some of the people sound just like they have uploaded a combination of Little Britain and Cathering Tate. Both fantastic comedy shows - but surely intended to be a satirical/ironic take on reality with the volume turned up a little to emphasise the point, rather than a window into the souls of individuals? A case of reality immitating art, I suspect.
I am wondering how much longer the Big Brother format will run? It feels a bit tired to me - or maybe I am getting old.
Dido our Golden Retriever is keeping me company as I type because she has sussed I have some dog treats in my pocket - normally she is snoozing wherever she feels comfiest - my mum's study bedroom is her favourite spot. They are a similar age and appreciate their comforts. Dido makes herself at home in the warm with the occasional cuddle and the pleasant and constant hope of one of Nana's biscuits.
I must get on before I decide to curl up and watch DVDs with a duvet and a large mug of chocolate. Dido is a profoundly sensible dog!!!!
I can. I will. I must. No, really. I should. No. I will... Work - well for a bit anyway.
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