We made our bed today, and Frogmorton was in hunting mode, which meant after trying to claw my hand he hid under the sheets and prowled like some kind of bedridden shark, striking without mercy and seeming to have a sharp and vicious mouth at either end of his body. What a lovely boy he is.
I realized late today that I’d written down the wrong date for my colonoscopy and so instead of it being tomorrow, it’s next Wednesday. On the one hand this is fortunate, because if I’d been on the toilet for the next 16 hours only to discover I was five days early for my appointment, I’d be in a bad state, but on the other I’ve had a terrible diet for the last four days and that was unnecessary, and I’ve got to do it all over again from Sunday. So that is not going to be much fun…
But then again, I had a game of Blood Bowl tonight, won 3-0, so there’s little to complain about…