Naughty cat

On Sunday morning I couldn't sleep. At 5.30 am I got and started watching a film while I did some card making. I thought at least I could be practical since I couldn't sleep. Liam, my cat, was purring around me. I would have been flattered by I knew he was just after food. It was too early to feed him or he'd be after more food by 9am, so I ignored him.

In a strop he dashed upstairs to try his luck with Mr TL. Fat chance, since Mr TL sleeps like a log! So in response to this Liam decided to communicate his disgust the only way he knows how. He pooed on the bed. As if this was not enough he decided to then be sick next to it. Mr TL woke up to see a retching cat right next to him! It's probably for the best that he did wake up though as it would only have been a matter of time before he rolled onto it!!

Ah pets, aren't they just the best?!

Gym guilt

I've done a lot over the holidays: seeing family, tiling, gardening, making cards, cooking etc. yet there is one thing I haven't done. Going to the gym is like my nemesis it seems. When I joined I thought the guilt of wasting all that money would spur me on but I was wrong. Instead I just get a massive amount of guilt even though I've been doing some exercise. It's just not been at the gym. We've been walking!

It's been really great to go out in the countryside and see the land surrounding us. I didn't realise how remotely we live. Although it's just 10 minutes to a town, it feels like we're in the middle of nowhere when we go for a walk. So although the guilt is still there, at least I know I am not turning into a massive ball of fat. There is more to me than that!

So Surrey dahrling

Half way through the holidays. I'd like to say I've been dedicated to tiling and painting the kitchen as I'd promised myself and Mr Tiger Lily (Mr TL). Sadly this is not what has happened. Everywhere I've looked there've been distractions: Bluewater, friends, shopping, crafts, gardening. Anyway THIS week I WILL finish tiling the kitchen and hopefully paint it too.

This week has been strange, particularly in relation to how I'm getting on now I live in Surrey. Mr TL often has hire cars for work and I consider myself his official car tester. This week he had a Nissan X Trail 4x4. Now I loath 4x4s. I think they should be banned from our roads because I can see no benefit in them compared to regular family cars.

Living in Surrey I am surrounded by 4x4s. I usually feel like the poor relation because I drive a small car and am swamped by these huge beasts that are (and this is a giant generalisation) driven by silly women who don't know how big their car is. They drive right in the centre of the road so I have to swerve, block out the sunlight from my windscreen and generally drive me mad.

However, here we were with our own 4x4 to drive about in for 24 hours! I thought it would be fitting to put on my wellies (tres Surrey, dahrling!!)and go for a walk in the Surrey countryside. Zooming about in the car I finally felt like a Surrey person!

Just to note, I am NOT converted to 4x4s. I think they're rubbish and to be honest they arent even that big on the inside. They are just big for the sake of being big and should have huge taxes put on them, or preferably they should be banned. I can't see how we would be missing anything without them.