Iola's Idiocy

Well someone has given me a scatchy scratchy throat and I am currently in not wanting to visit the pub mode, but of course it's friday so you have to... the jolly old grove it is (http://www.liveinleeds.com/the-grove.htm) Farewell to Anna as she jets off to New Zealand with the lovely Robin for the summer, Qui? isn't it winter there right now? Arty has given up on her strange new yowling, must get that label about clinical obesity for the cats made, them locals are feeding her too much.

The budda like bloaty tummy has come and gone - that was curious and curiouser, must investigate, along with methods to cure the amazing hurty hurty feet. I blame the skiing. Work was a washout today. Mental note remotivate and move on up next week. Now on the phone to the crazy Jean so must fly