I can't quite put my finger on it, but there's something funny going on. She got up to let me out for a wee this morning and then went straight back to bed. And stayed there for ages. Most unusual. I think she must have been reading her new book or something. She must have got to a really good bit because when the man from Amazon rang the doorbell she came downstairs looking what I can only describe as "all flustered". I knew that it must have been a really good bit when she went straight back up to bed again. At 8.45 in the morning! That's nearly lunchtime. I find it difficult to comprehend that anything written by Nigel Slater can be that absorbing. With the grim pallor of death still hanging over the house too, it shows a certain lack of respect for poor Mrs Snow I'm sure you'll agree. Pooh count: just the 2, in my own personal anally retentive tribute to the dearly departed.
You couldn't make it up could you. I spent much of the weekend dozing on the sofa watching telly. Glastonbury was on, although sad to say there was no Snoop Dog, Bone Jovi or any other canine related artists. The big news seemed to be the lack of female headliners and now we know why as one scored a spectacular own goal. She missed her slot cos she was doing her hair. It takes ages she said. Why NOT start doing your hair well before your show time. Aaagh no where's my handbag I've left it in the car, I've got to back to fetch it.