I was just thinking

“Brain cells come and brain cells go but fat cells live forever!”
– Anonymous

And I feel really stupid, because it’s not the first time I have done what I have done and what have I done? Burnt my hand on the frying pan handle, let me just point out at this point that it is supposed to be a stay cool handle. Only this time I have done a good job on it, blisters on each finger and a big one on the fleshy part under the thumb, but least the swelling has gone down. The pan is now in the bin! (All this happen Saturday).

Popped into town this morning to the Matalan, to look at their £10 sandals, but they hadn’t got any, I also tried on a maxi dress, but I would have had to have removed the frill and cut 18ins off to make it wearable, so I didn’t bother. While in there I had to smile at a conversation between a little girl and her mother.

LG. Can I have these I like these, I really do (bag of sweets)

M No

LG Please I really really like them, I do…what are they?

M Oh you really, really like them do you, but you don’t know what they are. They have nuts in them, you can’t have them.

The little girl then pointed to all the sweets along the row and said ‘Nuts in, nuts in, nuts in, I suppose they all have nuts in’?

M Yes that’s right.

The little girl went to the books,

LG Oh look stories, I like stories, can I have…

M No

LG. I had something from the other two shops, but you won’t let me have something from this shop, tut you never let me have anything.

Heehee, what a darling

Macavity – The Mystery Cat
by T S Eliot

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw–
For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no on like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime–Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air–
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!

Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly doomed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square–
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!

He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair–
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!

And when the Foreign Office finds a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scap of paper in the hall or on the stair–
But it’s useless of investigate–Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
“It must have been Macavity!”–but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs,
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macacity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibit, or one or two to spare:
And whatever time the deed took place–MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

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