"We bite and scratch and scream all night"

I have a houseguest at the moment. This happens every year around the same time. My friends bugger off on holiday & I get lumbered with the cat. It's all a bit different this year though. Sadly, Purdy died a few months back of old age, so the old girl hasn't come to stay.
No, this year I have 2 bloody weeks with a mentalist...

A mentalist named Missy. The latest addition to the Reckless & Dream Girl clan. She's actually sitting on my lap as I type this. She's most intrigued by the drawstring on my shorts.
She's been a complete nutter. One night this week, she went totally off her head. Out of the blue she started literally tearing round the room like a kitty possessed. She then turned her attentions to Nice & I. In the end we had to seek refuge in my bedroom. Both of us have several little scratches on our hands as a legacy of Missy's madness (one of which stung like fuck today when I got a small tear in my glove while handling hydrochloric acid, ow!). To be honest, we suspect she may have got a little stoned as we had a few joints on the night in question.
Having said all that, she is great & it's been a lot of fun playing with her. The Boy has been loving his Missy-time too.

Not much has been going on this week other than work, which has somehow been hectic & chilled at the same time.

I'll finish up by sharing one of life's little moments of fortune with you. I was putting a load of washing on earlier. I routinely checked the pockets of my jeans &... voila! A tightly rolled up £10 note.

I don't know why it's like that though, honest.