Feckin' BT Vision is playing up, so I can't record stuff.
A moth flew out of my sock drawer!
Another depressing early death involving (wibble-) dementia. The tenor Peter Hoffman, who was an incredibly plausible Wagnerian hero in the 80's, like some Arthur Rackham illustration come to life. Alas.
I bought Amazy a fleece cat bed. It was very cheap, fortunately. Every now and then, she idly sniffs at it, and gives me a blank look