A contrast in subject matter linked by being seen at the weekend. I saw on the news that HMS Illustrious was going to be moored at Greenwich this weekend, and wanted to go and have a look. It is Britain's only aircraft carrier and is going to be decommissioned next year. Andy and I met there on Friday evening. We then went for a meal-Mexican-and ate far too much, including a very rich banana waffle dessert in which the most tasty thing was the banana. It was fun and not planned so that is a good thing too. Thanks for the kind comments on my last post. I am feeling slightly better today. I have had PPA this afternoon, and, instead of working, I tidied the house, sorted out the washing and now feel ready to get on with my reports, once the new format I am trying this year has been approved tomorrow after school. I really can't concentrate on work when the mess level gets too much. Clutter doesn't bother me but when it starts encroaching into the middle of the floor, and the table is unusable, then I get visions of myself as one of those poor hoarders which make such popular television nowadays. I love those programmes, mainly because they make me feel not so bad about all my stuff as I am not as bad as them. I do feel sorry for the people though. Apparently there is something different about hoarder's brains that means they feel differently about getting rid of stuff than other people. It is going to be re-classified as a specific mental disorder in the DSM-5, rather than continuing to be seen as part of OCD. Ironically, as a semi hoarder myself, I have just bought a book (another book) on the subject in the hope I can either cure myself, or tick things off that will convince me I am not one.
Not a ship or a flower, but one happy little cat. Not so happy to be taken for her boosters. She just looked so miserable! She wouldn't even get back in the basket which the other two can't wait to do once the indignities are over!