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- sorry to hear about poor moggy. Hope she doesn't suffer too much.
FYI - Woolovers have "relaunched" this winter, leaving behind the majority of their itchy unisex enormo-knits and cheesy fell-walking models, and adopting a more "fashun" angle. Think merino cashmere ponchos. Prices are correspondingly higher, I noticed.
And Strops, let me tell you about my relationship with DSDad....he has been around since I was three or four, and we didn't really get on throughout my childhood. He left most of the "upbringing" to DM. During my teenage years I positively detested him; I remember one time when he drove me back to boarding school, and I spent the whole one-hour journey pressed against the passenger door in silent sulking dislike. I almost certainly "forgot" his birthday throughout my early twenties. But then.....I grew up. I started to see him as an adult, see what DM saw in him (that he's actually a caring, lovely man - not perfect, but a Good Guy), and now I totally adore him. Completely. Your DD is still so young and emotionally immature, and if you wait, one day she will see in her DSDad what you do.
BTM - sorry DS has had a bit ofa setback. Poor chap. 
Nice lippy, Herbs. DH now works for the company who make Bourjois - hooray for me!
GGG - you wonder why I can remember my InterRailing destinations? I still have two mildewed winestained notebooks on my bookshelves, containing my InterRail diaries. What a load of self-indulgent teenage nonsense I wrote. 
Have wrinkly fingers and backache from stripping ghastly wallpaper from DD2's bedroom. Plaster underneath is predictably awful - her room was once a kitchen, so there are all sorts of badly filled holes, and there is a huge crack down one corner. Now I know why they slapped anaglypta everywhere. I proposed we relocate her wardrobe to hide the biggest lumps and bumps, and put up lots of pictures. Can't afford replastering.