Dog gone wrong

  1. My years of indoctrination are at last showing fruit. Today I found Harry playing with a marble. He looked up and said to me: "Chelsea and have 9 goals. The baddies have no goals". Ahhhh, my job here is done.
  2. Going to see my beloved Freakwater play tomorrow night in London. I am so excited about this gig, I've waited for so long (five years) to see the gals do their wonderful thing, live, on stage. If I could only take three CDs with me to a desert island, one would be by Freakwater (the Clash and Bird supplying the other two).