The inquest won't be until March I think they said, Chock. Not sure why it takes so long. My father actually had a go at me for swearing when I rang (I fucking love a good swear). He said "I don't like to hear a lady swear." They've already said it's too much trouble to come to the funeral. He's ill, but nothing stopping the female parental from attending. Hey ho. [wanker emoticon]
No driving for me Fluffy. Besides the lack of sleep, the old vodka has been a bit too friendly of late.
Emergency stash of zylkene for the boys if they need it Catz. The little Monsieur's happy because he's found a fly to stalk and chatter at. Is your's a teeth chatterer Pumpkin? He's got annoyed because he's lost the fly, so is walking about the bedroom, throwing anything he can find onto the floor. DH and I said he's a teenage dickhead, but OUR teenage dickhead. MCat's sleeping with my sister. The first time she came to stay, he woke her up, stroking her face with his paw. Even though he may have meant it in a sinister way.
Your fucking sweary posts have helped me a lot Stacey. Wedding ring safe. I think I'll get both our rings melted down and made into 1 band.
Cozie, meeting with funeral people early next week. He was a bit haphazard with his clothes, so finding what I think he'd want to wear a bit of a treasure hunt. MCat used to like humping his discarded trousers.
Sleeping's been a bit difficult code, but my body has just switched off, so there have been naps. Little Monsieur's just dragged his shag bag into my room. He's seducing it with the loudest purring ever. I thought it might be my sister snoring at first.
Thankyou for the virtual hugs Thumb, I've never felt lonely in the middle of the night before.