Thread 8 - TalkLair: “Brewing Russell's teapot”

[Kucinghitam]

Continuation of previous threads (thread 7).

The new lair of JTT escapees is all cosy and homey; we have truly settled here. Outside, the garden is blooming with spring flowers. Inside, the hearth is glowing, pictures are up on the walls, rugs are down on the floors (and assorted pets curled up on them).

We just won’t mention the gnawed bones of our prey over there in the corner of the cave…

Sorry, no idea. I don't use the app. I find the mobile browser version works fine (iPhone).

I’m on my phone but also via a browser rather than the app.

I’m glad the neighbour cat has come for a friendly visit, Kuc!

I'm so sorry about your sad, empty house, kuc - I know the feeling too well. When you lose an animal, it's not just the grief that someone you love has gone, though that's terrible. It's that they're so embedded in your daily life that you have countless reminders and absences.

I just use the browser when I'm on my phone too. I think I installed the app once about a million years ago but it was rubbish so I took it off. May possibly have improved since then!

Kuc, that looks like a really nice little visitor. I am sure she doesn't fill the hole left by Phoebe but cat cuddles are always a good thing.

I guess I'm just going to have to use the browser version.

That is exactly it Odd little things, like how every door in the house is usually propped ajar so that Phoebe could patrol her domain whenever she wanted - every door in the house is still propped ajar. She liked to loaf on this leather sofa because it had a good view of the front garden, but she didn't like the non-cosiness, so we always made sure to spread a fluffy throw on it if we weren't providing Human Lap - we're still spreading that throw every time we stand up from that sofa. We had fish and chips for dinner the other night, everybody was habitually putting little flakes of haddock on the side of their plate in readiness for the Paws On Lap and Begging Face. And so on and so on.

I’m not one for identity bollocks, but when my horse died I lost part of mine. I was always “the one with the horse”, people I barely knew would ask how she was, my life had been dominated by her welfare for 20 years, she was why I moved to Devon in the first place. Took two years before I stopped crying.

I said to macman and my best friend that I didn’t think I’d cry every day for 2 years for either of them, and they were both terribly offended, but it’s true.

We go on missing them for so long - the roses discussion the other day reminded me of Albertine the dog, and her woolly coat and bright eyes - more than 20 years gone.

The thing that always surprises me is how quiet the house is after the departure of not very noisy animals, particularly cats. Their little paddy paws, occasional thumps, and personal rhythm independent of what the human people are doing is such a part of the domestic background.

How, HOW can it be that I’ve only just heard about Boris Johnson’s angry bitter “resignation”?

This is the trouble with being banned from Twitter, I know NOTHING any more.

I saw it in the news online this am. He's wanking on that it's a lefty witch hunt, despite the standards committee having a slight majority of Tories.

He may be gone but the damage he’s done to the UK will be with us for the rest of my life.

I absolutely despise anyone who liked/admired/voted for him or his lies about Brexit. I’ll never forgive them.

I saw a bit of him on the TV news last night. I didn't move the volume from its default 'mute' position. What a shit that man is.

I still really miss my childhood cat. She was the best cat in the world to me. I loved her so much and still occasionally glimpse her out of the corner of my eye before realising that it's just a bag or a shadow. She died 31 years ago.

I sincerely hope that Johnson has done something worthy of prosecution and that's why he's jumped. It's honestly the only thing that could make me feel pleased to see him on my television or in the newspapers.

I am waiting to see if Trump's indictment actually comes to something. I will pop open the bubbly if it does result in a conviction.

My mum, whose hearing is dreadful and who has all but given up on the telly, actually put her earphones in to try and watch the news last night because I told her Boris Johnson had resigned. She didn’t manage the whole programme but listened to the news about Johnson and Trump. She regularly declares “it’s all Boris Johnson’s fault”, usually about things he has no influence over (the scrambled egg falling off her toast, for instance).

In a general 'a curse is upon this nation and it's all b j's fault' she may well be right, and scrambled egg is as likely to be affected by the curse as anything else. Here's hoping things improve now.

otoh, you may need a crossroads, a stake, and some garlic.

The Johnson force field may be stronger here as we’re not that far from his constituency. Not that he ever goes there, of course.

Old Twatty McTwat Face will be looking for a new constituency as we speak. I'm thinking that he may well have fucked up too badly this time. We can but hope. I'm also hoping that Trump will go down but again, we can but hope. I just worry that they both seem to bounce back from anything and everything time and time again.

It was a beautiful day here in Worthing with lots of music in the town centre. There was some fantastic drumming which was the music that Oti and Danny Mac did their samba too. When the singing came in with the drums I felt like I'd gone to heaven.

Here's the samba, one of the best dances ever performed on Strictly Come Dancing. When I need cheering up I pop over to YouTube and watch this and then a few more dances that make me happy.

That sounds brilliant. I loved that dance!

Anyone else get the thunderstorm and rain last night? It was lovely and the petrichor was delightful.

Sadly not. No sign of rain here. My poor garden!

Meanwhile, DTDs seem to be going through a particularly dramatic sibling warring period.

It seems we can't go 24 hours without a big blow-out over fuck-knows-what, with streaming tears, racking sobs, collapsing emotionally against walls, stomping up stairs, slamming doors.

On Friday evening they had a huge argument while walking home from the bus stop, which culminated in one twin running home crying and wailing (I spotted her running down the street and for a moment thought the other one had been injured or kidnapped) - the other twin had stopped to do the collapsing thing in the churchyard that is en route, and remained lurking there for a good half hour amid the gravestones until I sent her a firm text saying "GET BACK HERE NOW."

This morning there's just been a huge blow-up while they were getting their breakfast. FFS. They ended up eating their cereal in separate rooms, whilst each kept trying to pull me into their side of the argument. Now both stormed off to their bedrooms, with (yup) crying collapsing etc.

What the fuck is going on with these teenagers, and is this going to pass anytime soon?

Hope the rain reaches your garden soon, Kuc! We were desperate for it here. At my main work, I've got two garden parties to prepare for in the coming weeks and everything was drying out, lawns yellowing. We're already dragging hoses and hauling watering cans about. I hope we don't have a repeat of last year's endless watering, though at least the client has his own supply.