hathycol | Dogs and blackbirds.

So, the second dog Molly has gone. Shame, really; I was quite getting used to her. She was quite sweet when she wasn't having sex/fighting/biting/flirting with Tai. She was fluffy, and they looked sweet together.

If I could have dripfed her valium, possibly, wouldn't have minded her staying. Dad will be gutted, at any rate. He treated those dogs exactly the way he treated Megan and I when we were younger - completely equal and fussed them to death, treating them almost like... I don't know. Brothers?

I miss the days when we all used to go shinning up trees and quarry walls in Ruff Wood when I was younger. I went back recently, and they seem a lot smaller. I really do miss being eight. I know life wasn't that idyllic, but isn't it nice to look back and pretend it was?

Anyway. Molly is gone. Tai looks heartbroken, and I can't really blame him.

I quite fancy fried food - blackbird thingies. Basically, you make bread, jam and butter, then you cover it in egg yolk and fry it. Sounds foul but tastes delicious, trust me. I will go and make them as soon as Megan and her friend have evacuated the kitchen. I quite like this friend though - we had a long conversation before on the merits of the character of Lorne in Angel and Why Cairdeas Should Reopen. We've decided that she can swap families with Megan.

Oh, bless. I'm getting rather obsessive over Coronation Street at the moment. I was hooked at the exact moment Roy started singing the song from Babe (or Sheep-Pig as I call it, what with reading the book first) to his not-daughter. I shall go and download it now, because it's lovely and because I've been humming it for hours now.

~Hathy_Col~