the bitch

Yesterday morning I had coffee with one of my mentors. A certain friend would ask the question "is he sixty?", and in this case the answer is "yes, and then some." Discussing the general pattern of my life at present, I mentioned that I did Honours part time so I could work up to thirty hours a week still, because my cat refused to support me. I was most impressed when he looked at me, paused and then said, "The bitch," with "bitch" falling exactly at the right moment, with a great downbeat.

She may refuse to pay rent, but the one thing I will say in her favour is that recently Scout has started to spoon me when she curls up in my bed. I wake with her cat face and paws nuzzled into my back.

glamour

A recent issue of Vogue Australia has a list of 50 ways to glamourise your life. One suggestion is to "Have your stationery personalised". Apparently "it's no surprise that Tiffany & Co.'s chic stationery with tissue-lined envelopes, P.O.A., has a lengthy waitlist". Call me crazy, but if you've got your name on a waitlist at Tiffany & Co., I'm guessing you don't need this list from Vogue Australia (R.R.P. $7.95).