K @CaptainKateCapsize@mastodon.social

Hiding in the dark room, now. Seems to be the coolest place, and quiet. Yes, good.

I accidentally stole some bourbon creams!

The supermarket is having "refrigeration complications".

Bad timing, there.

Walking outside on the too hot day. Currently hiding under a tree, nice tree.

Came out to watch the bats again, little friendly neighbour cat came to say hello. Quite the hunter, this one, always after *something*

Watching big flying ants land in the garden and wiggle about shedding their wings.

It's big wiggly ant day again!

Breaking down and disposing of my giant heap of bramble/tree/etc cuttings, still lots left to do, but it's smaller now!

It is extremely hot. I pick the best days to be motivated to go and do things.

Today I've been spending my time cutting a series of large, spiky sticks into an even greater series of smaller, spiky sticks. Now I have many small spiky sticks. Life is wonder.

Why does Windows need to mess about for 20 minutes in order for me to get permission to look at my own hard drive?

Why, if it's so important that I don't have permission, can I just click "get me permission!" to get permission? What does any of this even mean?

Feel a bit like a traitor playing with super friendly neighbour cat. Mo is not impressed.

Today neighbour cat came to the window and stared in and meowed, like they were wanting us to go out and give attention.

Am goo.

Went outside too long. Melted.

I forgot I even owned all these Pixies shirts, I'm fairly sure I've never even worn the monkey one.

Had a nice Planet of Sound shirt once, but its days of being worn are long past.

Just went to get clothes out of the oven, but they weren't in the oven, they were in the washing machine.

The oven is not a washing machine.

Various people are expecting various things of me, this is unfortunate.

Danny Dyer, Piers Morgan, Jeremy Corbyn, Pamela Anderson, chatting around a table. Ed Balls waits in the wings.