Cleo the GobStopper

I've been running around like a headless chook today, preparing for cooking dinner tonight. It's not just the scary part of actually having to cook, it's making lists, scrubbing walls, and searching for the perfect tablecloth (or at least one that isn't made from plastic) and all the while having murderous thoughts about people from Oriental descent. Living in the Chinese Capital of Victoria has its up sides - there's always Sweet & Sour Chicken available at 3am - but apparently finding a car park in the local mall is impossible. It took me 35 minutes just to turn around to get out the exit. Needless to say, there was much swearing involved.

So once I made it home - exhausted, disheveled and foul tempered - I sat down for a calming 5 minutes with a cup of tea and some dodgy day time TV. Apparently this equates to an invitation for Cleo to climb in my mouth.


I thought this one was utterly adorable from this morning - she likes my new shoes, too!


And although I don't recall taking this one, I just found it on my phone, and it made me giggle.