Monday, April 26, 2010

Brother the Boy Wonder has a blog. Awww. Innit cute?

In further news: revision aaaaaaaaaaargh fuck fuck fuck first exam in eight days fuck fuck fuck argh argh *flail*

Friday, April 23, 2010

pasta for the confused

Put required amount of pasta on to cook (assuming that, with boiling time, your pasta takes about 20 minutes)
In wok/frying pan/something else put generous amount of olive oil, chopped garlic (fresh, dried, jar, paste, whatever), some basil, a tsp or thereabouts of capers, and some pepper. Put on low heat.
Chop up cherry tomatoes. Put in pan with herbs and garlic. If you have no fresh tomatoes, a tin will do at a push.
Chuck a couple of anchovies in the tomato-pan.
Prod with spoon.
Add some water, boil and reduce.
The more prodding, the more it all breaks up.
Do washing up from last two days.
Prod pasta for a change.
Make tea.
Turn pasta off, drain, lob in pan with tomato sauce, prod for a bit.
Discover there is not only no grated cheese, there is no sodding cheese.
Put it in chipped bowl, allow to cool as you've just put boiling tomato sauce in a bowl, ffs, it's not ready.
Write blog post.
Turn radio off.
Turn Sanctuary on.

Monday, April 19, 2010

We're taking Millie to the vet first thing tomorrow, so I should get some sleep. She's settled a bit more, but she's not eaten for well over 24 hours now, and barely drunk anything - although her breathing is easier. She climbed the stairs herself, but couldn't get onto the bed (so I picked her up); it's all so changeable and I don't know what she can and can't do - she seems ok once she's on her feet, but getting up is a problem, and getting down isn't easier either - this morning she couldn't climb through the back door as she didn't seem to know where her back legs were, and she was completely unfocused.

I honestly don't know what to do with myself. I want to hug her and sob. I'm not ready for this to be the end, but nor do I want her to continue to get sicker and sicker. Nor do I want to have her put to sleep if she's just had a crappy weekend because of the heat and will be fine for months to come.

I don't know. I've got to make the best choice for her, but I don't know what that is.