I'm supposed to be working from home today, but nothing's getting done.
The sum total of my existence has been to wake up and drive Hazel to the bus stop, scoop some poop nuggets from Pounce!'s litter tray into a garden bed, and give kitten caboodle an airing in the backyard - during which I plucked some dead fronds from a cordyline plant.
Cordylion was, in fact, one of the shortlisted names for Pounce! in the days before we finally decided to call her "Pounce!". This because beneath the cordeline is her favourite place to poo.
54]]456;/''''''''''''''''' - that was just her jumping on the keyboard. In fact she's probably lohjjjjjjjjjjjuoking for a place to poo now.
No, I do her a disservice - she's just flopped down on the desk between me and the laptop.
So as you can see, not having walked through Northbridge this morning, I have nothing much to report.
Think I'll take a spin down to the Fremantle cappucino strip to see what nuggets I can dig up for you there.