Jus went off to work - he has a work social this evening (go-karting: so laddish...) so I don't know when he'll be back. He'll be watching, not participating, so at least he should get home in one piece. I'd picked up my prescriptions on the way to the dentist, so I got them filled, and then was wandering off to Browns' for a refreshing drink (it being humid when it wasn't raining), meeting unexpectedly with the wonderful _gh0st_ on the way, when I was buttonholed by someone protesting about testing drugs on animals. She didn't tell me anything I didn't already know, but then I got a sudden idea, and asked her if she thought drugs should never be tested on animals. She said that they shouldn't, so I asked her how she'd deal with her dog (a sweet Labrador sitting complacently by her) getting an infected foot. "I'd take her to the vet," she said. "Get it cleaned up, an injection of antibiotics..." I didn't do a "Gotcha!", because I'm actually pretty much on her side, if only not quite so far in that direction, but I couldn't help smiling as I asked "...which presumably have been tested on animals to make sure they're safe?" "Oh," she said. "I hadn't really thought about that. Mmmm." Unfortunately I really couldn't stay to pursue what should have been a really interesting conversation, because at that point it really started to pelt down, and my drugs were in a paper bag, so I ran for the conveniently-sited Browns and sustenance.
Then it was time for my real duty of the day: going to feed D&T&the kids' animals. I'd got some carrots and apples and broccoli for the rabbit, plus some oats, but I thought that I might as well pick up some mixed bunny chow on the way. It always seems odd to me to keep rabbits as pets, because I was brought up to regard them as edible vermin (we actually raised them to eat when I was little), but they're OK, though definitely not in the cat league as a desirable housepet, IMHO. Judging by my left hand, this one's an omnivore... but I digress. The only problem with walking to feed the beasts is that the route takes me past a second-hand bookshop. If anyone ever wishes to design the Ultimate Kay-trap, I'd suggest making the trap entrance look like one of those small, musty, floors-at-odd-levels bookshops. I can't resist them.
I got off fairly lightly today, at least. André Simon's A Concise Encyclopedia of Gastronomy; Purple Secret - Genes, 'Madness' and the Royal Houses of Europe, by Röhl, Warren and Hunt; a collection of writings by 'Cassandra' (the Daily Mirror columnist William Connor, who got sued for libel by Liberace in 1956 for £8,000 with costs); and One More Shake, by W Buchanan-Taylor, which Orangeberry describes as 'picaresque personal adventures in the performing arts'.
Cats and the nae ordinary bunny with a mean streak a mile wide having been fed, here I am home again, and trying the new tea: Taylor's Crystal Mountain. On first taste, not very nice, with the peppermint overwhelming everything at first sensation, then vanishing to leave nothing more than a muddy bitterness. It may grow on me, but somehow I doubt it.
Anyway... that's about it for today, so far. I hope you're having a good one.