steepholm (steepholm) wrote,

O Wooden Tit, be Luvverly!

Such was the cry of Pygmalion himself, n'est-ce pas? Okay, enough with the mondegreens already, but that tune's been going round my head all day like that crawling woman in "The Yellow Wallpaper", and this is my attempt at purgation.

In other news, I've taken pity on Solomon (the guinea pig), and brought him indoors for the night, hutch and all, as it's already below freezing and the stars are all shiny and bright. Last year he could have relied on Bonne Idee for body heat, but this year he has nothing but a bottle of hay, and it's just not the same - not the same at all.
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