- but he's innocent.
They've mended Bloglines on Firefox, though not on Safari, so at least (once I'd remembered my password) I can read blogs again. I've deleted all the funny website posts that I waste my time on when I've got some spare, so I've now got fewer than 600 posts to read. And some of those are duplicated in Reader. I'll be up to date in no time.
Anyway, I suggested to the Sage that he had purloined the tray that I usually use to carry the dinner dishes through, and mentioned it again a few days later. Last night, he found it where I'd put it. I'm a bit abashed.
Tilly added to her disgrace yesterday evening. I was in the laundry room, taking stuff out of the washing machine and putting more stuff in, and she came to see me. I turned to say hello just in time to see her squat and start to widdle all over the floor. I squealed helplessly because she has reached the stage in life where, once she starts, she can't stop. The Sage came hurrying through and then went to find kitchen paper - I hastily threw a newly-washed (dog-drying) towel down to mop it up before it soaked into the floorboards.
After we'd cleared up, I said to the Sage "There's no point in being cross with her, she can't help it." He agreed. "Who knows?" I added, "One day, one of us might have to clean up after the other." "Hm," he agreed again, with an obvious subtext of "not bloody likely." Anyway, now, every time Tilly wakes up and gets off the sofa, she gets put outside before leaving our sight in the house.
I do say "anyway" a lot. Heh.
I cycled into town for the first time (even driving has been a bit hard on the joints so I have been cautious). It was boring. Less boring than walking, largely because it took much less time, but there was no feeling of hearty good-humour at getting some healthy exercise. But the abductor muscle didn't hurt going up the hill the way it did do, which is something. I'll soon get used to it again.
Some time later - oh, I know there was something I meant to tell you. Yesterday, I found a death watch beetle sitting on the newspaper. Today, I heard another clicking away hopefully somewhere in the wall. Spring really has arrived. Damn.