Annoying.

Having one of those moments which I now know as a 'writers block'. I did have this frequently when writing A Level essays, but these were understandable as I was writing about 18th Century books and posters. But today, when my creative juices are flowing through my veins and into my willing fingertips, my brain is firmly refusing to spout anything mildly interesting.

I am also not happy about finding a dress to wear to my own birthday later this month. I am struggling dramatically; my love of black dresses means I simply cannot buy another, and finding one to suit my colouring and taste is proving to be terribly difficult. Never mind. I will not bore myself writing about pointless rubbish any longer, and hope to write educated and interesting blogs in the future.

On a brighter note, my cats were spared being hanged by my dad because of my selflessness this evening. My mum and I were very entertained watching my cats playfight and chase each other around the lounge, but a 'ooooohhhh no' from my mum indicated the red spillage of my Cherries & Berries squash on the new lounge floor. I creeped into the kitchen to unfortunately find my father there, and after thinking I had spared the questions I began the clear up process. However, he did not miss a trick, and asked me if I had spilt my drink, to which I replied 'Yes' to spare my poor cats. If any one met my Dad they would admire my bravery, and it shows I really do love my cats!