Sunday, Sunday

Mr McMuffin is normally not a fool. I was stunned to see that he had put the Slink's photo on our page. Is it not enough that the heartless cat has taken over our lives, he has clearly got Mr McMuffin involved in his plan for world domination. Don't look into his eyes. That's all I have to say on the matter.

I now feel a Morrissey quote coming on: Every day is like Sunday, every day is silent and grey....

It has been one of those days today. The great British Autumn has finally arrived and it's dull, wet and horrible. I haven't been outside at all. It reminds me of how Sundays were when the shops were closed, and going back to school never seemed as appalling as it did in the summer. Frankly it's very depressing.

I was listening to a radio program about happiness, and I think one caller got it almost right. Basically it was about loving and being loved, being concerned about others, and having something in the not too distant future to look forward too. He didn't mention the weather.

mrs mcMuffin