M plays badminton on Tuesday nights, and he usually gets some takeaway for dinner first. So tonight we called into McDonald’s on the way home, and since I’ve been fairly successful with my weight loss attempts in the last few months, I thought I’d try one of their lean beef burgers. Well, it was absolutely shithouse. The bun was stale, and the pattie had the consistency and flavour of cardboard. The sauce was pretty gross too. And the chips we got (hey, I can’t be good all the time!) were overcooked and cold. On the whole, dinner sucked.

I was going to go for a walk when I got home, but it’s dark a little after 6 at this time of year, so I thought I’d better not, although I am feeling guilty for not going. Maybe I won’t be kidnapped if I just do a short walk? Ah whatever, I’ll go tomorrow.

Last Saturday, M replaced the vent on our roof that allowed water to get into the ceiling, causing it to leak. Our house is on two levels, with a T shape on the bottom, but the top level only covering the ‘horizontal’ part of the T. We’ve got a balcony on the top level along that horizontal bit, with a barrier blocking off the ‘vertical’ bit. The vent is on the vertical bit, so M had to go over the barrier to get to it.

I was out there to make sure that everything was going ok, and I left the door open. Fairly soon, my cat wandered out onto the balcony, and I was happy to let him have a look around, knowing that he wouldn’t try to jump down. What I didn’t count on was him wriggling under the fence and going onto the ‘| ‘ bit where the vent is. He was walking along the edge, and it sort of gave me the willies to see him peeking over it. M grabbed him and chucked him back over to me, and I quickly shut him inside. I have a few photos of his foray into previously unchartered territory:


From left:i) A little too close to the edge for my liking ii) Dammit, get back here! iii) Bad luck, boy.