List lists here, list lists there, here-a-list, there-a-list, everywhere a list list. Some of them have been wonderful, (you know who you are) and some – not so much. (I suspect they also know who they are)
I did toy with the idea of listing the 10 worst ‘goodbye 2012/hello 2013’ lists I could find, but the thought reading enough of them to make the list meaningful sent me cowering into a corner.
My first post this year will be in honour of, and inspired by, Widdercat. She is old, ancient, and set in her ways. We’ve known each other for nigh on nine years and only in the last few months has she decided I might be an acceptable hugs substitute for Mrs Widds. (the two of them have been together since Adam was a rib!)
I feel I have finally achieved ‘runner-up cat staff-hood’!
P.S. A possibly unanswerable question: Why is it that the moment the toilet blocks up, you suddenly, inexplicably, (and with no connection to how you were feeling only a few moments ago) really, really, REALLY have to go?