i just had a call frm a headhunter; at least i presume it was a headhunter, because they claimed to be a magazine in new york to which i had never subscribed, but was “free”, and they sent me a copy six months ago, and wanted to clarify my job title.

who the hell telephones trans-atlantic in order to clarify a job title?

it has been a late night. suzi decided that she wanted to play a game of offside at 0330am, which (for those who have never read terry pratchett and gray jollife’s the unadulterated cat) involves pawing at the door to be let into the bedroom, waiting 5 minutes, and then pawing again to be let out.

i am trying to keep the cats out of my bedroom at the moment, so her insistence on being let in was rather trying. I attempted the tack which works on buster – excessive snuggling and burying-under-the-duvet – which generally leads to buster wanting to leave and not come back until morning, but for some reason suzi was being exceptionally persistant.

in/out in/out in/out at least six times over. nerves were becoming frayed. patience wearing thin. you can tell i’ve never had kids, can’t you?

eventually i took her downstairs and put her out in the garden, which seemed to convey the message; she snuck back into the house and slept in the lounge instead.

in my road, the cherry blossom is in bloom again; i shall stick up a video of it, later.