Gizmo the hamster becomes the latest pet to shuffle off this mortal coil, not that the kids seem that bothered, the heartless buggers. She used to hate the sound of the hoover going round did poor little Giz, so as a compromise we used to let her do the ironing instead. It's just me an Muffy the window cleaning guinea pig now, and I reckon that her hutch will be going to the tip too once the cold weather arrives. Then I'll have to do all the bloody housework myself. Bugger...
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.