Got a letter from the British Council, about my grant appication. "NO!" they say. Time for a plangent lil' Howl of the Unappreciated:
I guess that really is it, as far as Serbia goes, but there's still a few weeks for a miracle. I am absolutely not going to let it bother me. At All. (... OhGodohGodohGod, I have no talent. What a sad old woman I am, etc. etc. etc...)
Wotan really pulled out the stops at the vet, having his talons clipped; incredible contortions, and hissing; don't recall him ever doing that. She therefore nicked one of his pads, and now I'm dreading having to take him back, if it gets infected. He's also got a slight heart murmur 'Nothing to worry about...' but, of course, it will need to be monitored every 2-3 months, so I guess it's gonna be regular vet bills for the rest of his lil' feline days (and may they be many and good-quality, of course.)
A stressful sort of week, all in all.
Hotmail won't let me in, either, however I fiddle my 'settings', and AOL keeps shutting down on me...Cripes. It's hot, too. And I have a headache.