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[la_marquise]

New words: 1095. (The year between the two failed invasions of North Wales by William Rufus.)
First line of the day: Yelena said, ‘Someone has to.’
The twins --- well, Yelena -- have had an Aha! moment. Jehan is impatient.

Skirt of the day: teal cord. It's possible I own too many teal skirts. (Three. All from the same place.)

My shoulders really hurt: I think the typing is getting to me. It may be back to dragons tomorrow.
But laundry has been done (take that, foul laundry!). Horus, meanwhile is shouting for his tea.
It's a good thing no-one is recording me as I wander about the house, though. Today, I surpassed myself in idiocy by saying, 'Yummy Bundle yummy-nums.' Or, in the normal tongue, 'Mooncat, here's your breakfast.' (Bundle is her spare name. It's short for Thunder-bundle, because she is sometimes incredibly noisy.) No wonder the cats look at me as if I'm daft. I'd better go and feed Horus before he rings Cats' Protection.

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You've probably heard me say it, too.

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There is that, of course. But where oh where is the look of withering feline scorn that it deserves to precipitate? Lost, alas, in the swift duck of the feline head into the foodbowl. They should be ashamed...