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You can’t beat Paxman for trying to get someone to answer a question.

All this talk about “energy yawns” is making me feel very sleepy…must be bed time.

Well, it’s that time of year again…

Last night, I got my wedding dress. I’ve also got a veil and a tiara. It’s all fab and possibly a tad over the top, but I love it, and that’s what matters.

Oh, and what C thinks when he finally sees me in it all! He’s currently banned from the cat’s bedroom, where I’m storing it all. The cat’s banned as well. Her bed’s now outside the door.

I had a drink after putting it in the car, and who should be in the bar but two of the experts from Antiques Roadshow/Bargain Hunt/other BBC antiques programs! I have no idea of their names, and I didn’t have the (Dutch) courage to go up to them and say anything, so we just whispered about them.

Not only did the Doctor have a reunion with Sarah-Jane and K9 in last night’s Doctor Who, but I had a reunion with an old school friend in Tesco, of all places. It turns out she moved to Cambridge in December, and has just moved in with her boyfriend not far from where I live.

Well done to Greece. The UK came nowhere, but at least we got a few token points from our “allies”! I wonder what would happen if we stopped contributing so much money towards it. We would never be in it again, I don’t think!

Friday was nailbiting as I watched Sunderland get beat by Crystal Palace in the first leg of the Play-offs. I hope we can make amends tonight, in the second leg…

Saturday was glorious. C and I lounged in the sun and had a BBQ, and for once didn’t buy extremely excessive amounts of meat; just too much, instead

The evening was spent watching Eurovision. As usual, the country I chose beat the team C chose.

Sunday was more lounging in the sun. At some point C went to Tesco, and I lay reading in the garden (being the lazy sod that I am!).

I caught a glimpse of Dusty disappearing into the house, after being away for some time. Then she started making awful “miiiiiiiiieeeoooooo” noises. I was most puzzled, so went to investigate, and there she was, sitting, looking most pleased with herself, beside a bird she’d clearly just caught. I was not happy about this. The only dead birds allowed in my house are ones bought from a shop.

I told her to take it outside, but she furrily refused, so I went off to get lots of kitchen roll, and picked it up using said kitchen roll and plonked it in the wheelie bin. When I went back inside, Dusty was sniffing about, looking for her bird. She spent ages looking for it, and eventually gave up, but refused to move from the spot she’d last seen it. Daft cat!

She has proved she’s not completely stupid though, and has finally worked out the treat-under-the-tin trick!

Being rained on doesn’t seem so bad when there’s a rainbow.

I seem to have a cat who isn’t particularly bright. The BBC had a showed a programme on Saturday about how you can test your pet’s IQ. My poor Dusty only scored 10/30. She’s utterly flummoxed when I hide a treat - one of her favourite prawn treats, no less - under a container.