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blamebramptonIt has been unseasonably cool in Sydney today, and may dip as low as 15 tonight (minima at this time of year are usually over 20, often over 25). Having found myself chilled by the breeze blowing through the house, I broke out the Muppet blanket that lives on the sofa over winter (it looks like a skinned Muppet, I'm afraid) and was wrapped in it to watch the saddest cricket in the world this afternoon*.
The blanket is now in a bundle beside me, with a Monster cat curled up on it. She is ecstatic, as the Muppet is her favourite blanky, having both softness and texture. She is half asleep, but still cheerfully purring even as she beings to snore.
She's snurring!
* Obviously I am thrilled that England are about to win the Ashes in Australia, but no one likes to see their once-great opponent do so badly, and especially no one likes to see a team tear itself up with bile and bitterness. The Australian commentators are even embarrassed and spent the day notably not talking about Ricky Ponting, but rather what a good leader of men Andrew Strauss (the England Captain) is.
The blanket is now in a bundle beside me, with a Monster cat curled up on it. She is ecstatic, as the Muppet is her favourite blanky, having both softness and texture. She is half asleep, but still cheerfully purring even as she beings to snore.
She's snurring!
* Obviously I am thrilled that England are about to win the Ashes in Australia, but no one likes to see their once-great opponent do so badly, and especially no one likes to see a team tear itself up with bile and bitterness. The Australian commentators are even embarrassed and spent the day notably not talking about Ricky Ponting, but rather what a good leader of men Andrew Strauss (the England Captain) is.
