1 August 2005
Every now and again, the universe conspires (with itself, presumably) to remind me that I am not Julie Andrews. "Whenever God closes a door, somewhere He opens a window" - hah! My experience is rather the reverse, that whenever a door nudges open, another one unexpectedly slams shut in my face.
Misha-cat is in hospital again: on a drip and under observation.
I'm fairly sure that this is my own fault, for not being able to sing.
© Chaz Brenchley 2005
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