This progress bar of yours, I do not think it means what you think it means. 1%, 43%, 90% and 100% do not a progress bar make.

Yours,

Cat xx

In other news, I have submitted my online tax form, and according to it, the government owe me £4.40. :D

A slimey little individual stole my card details from the joint account and theived nearly £300.
Fortunately, HSBC have paid us back for it and are going to find and kick the culprit. It does mean that we had to cut up my card though. Unimpressed.

I have far too much time on my hands.

Listening to appropriately dreadful "classic" Christmas hits while wrapping and beribboning presents. :) Why ribbon? Why the hell not?!?

I think I shall now go and make myself a new festive icon.

I slept for 16 hours.

I feel much better now, but doubt that I will sleep tonight.

There are lots of things I want to post about, but I have forgotten what there were. Humbug.

Baz is wanting his computer back.
Tweak is cleaning herself and plotting future acquisition of cardboard boxes.
I have a nasty cough and in less than an hour I will leave for High ST Ken so I can share it with kiddlers.

I have a new and rather irritating tensioning device for my loom. The discovery of this went along the likes of:

Oooh! New thing! I wonder if it will be my friend? *pats very gently with paw*
Oooooh! Springy! *checks for hoomins*
*curls up on warp threads to be later evicted by frantic owner of new loom*

Note to self: Kitty plus loom equals

The front of my jumper is all wet. Stupid dribbly kitty.

I have purchased an Ashford Knitters loom on ebay for £75 (inc postage). It comes with 3 extra heddles and an instruction book. This little lot would have normally cost me £150 plus postage.

Currently feeling inordinately smug.

a freshly laundered packet of your favourite painkiller discovered in a trouser pocket is cause for more annoyance than a fiver found in similar circumstances.

In other news, my pay hasn't arrived yet and I'm starting to go slightly loomy. After lunch, I shall have to go and warp up an excessively complicated tablet weaving to relieve my feelings.