Good Morrow, good readers, and welcome to Angry Little Bat, my blog. Actually it was going to be called Cuddly Pussycat but that username was already taken.
I hate cats, which leads me conveniently onto my first Petty Suburban Conspiracy Theory of the Day.
Petty Suburban Conspiracy Theory of the Day:
Next door's cats are trampling on my crocuses.
Today is Saturn's, and I have no plans. I was going to go to Leeds and meet the director of the play I'm writing, but she mailed me to say that the 3rd draft was actually rather good and we should just speak on the phone.
My plans for escape have been foiled. I am just too damn good for my own um, good.
Kids
Today Pooky is off being a sickly stage school brat at his drama class (Oh but he's so CUTE he makes me cry) and Puggle is drawing with a biro on my diary, on my third draft and on her own feet. She too is cute but I have a sneaking suspicion that she will grow up to be a tattooed lady in a circus.
Gizza Job
As a tattooed lady, Puggle may have more job security than most of us. My Love has just been roundly spanked by his boss for writing a blog in company time rather than doing something normal like downloading porn. I have just been laid off by Pork City Council for being expensive. If anyone would like to employ us in some nice artsy fartsy job that doesn't involve fish gutting, anal penetration or being yelled at by drunks, please do get in touch.
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