Yep she went back to form again - no change there - and I did not like her AT at all last week, I found it cold and clinical

Unappreciating that one of my animals brought in a slug that I just trod on. Gak!!! Feel nauseous

I bet the slug is unappreciating this as well!

Worse for me though 😭

I guess you're having to live through the horror whilst the slug has been put out of it's misery!

Can I unappreciate you killing a slug?

She does seem to lack the Sass needed to go with the song.

It was fine. I didn't squish it I noticed in time and hopped then cried! 😂😂

Cats bring these things in but look at you like you're crazy when you tell them to take it back outside.

Yep Darren Gough's foxtrot to that song was so much better than Louise's AS tonight

I'm not sure what the 'story' of that dance was.

Possibly Kevin's character was trying to persuade a rich lady to get behind a feather fan with him?

Or were the fans a metaphor for Louise's sexuality?

#overthinking

Dare I ask how you got the slug back outside?


I think she was meant to be a highh class showgirl putting on a performance then Kevin joined in.

Envelope, floortile,waiting for it to slug its way on and then throw the whole thing out the back door screeching.

You know the normal way!

😳

I find a good wodge of kitchen towel to pick the slug up in and whoosh it out of the back door works for me.

I wondered what that noise was earlier, echoing throughout the country - I thought Natalie had finally snapped and attacked Craig!

I unappreciate this comment immensely. I am no fan of Little Miss Mehschief but the lumbering wardrobe was nothing like as competent.

Lilia as a zookeeper trying to manoeuvre a reluctant rhino through a turnstile is the image that comes to mind.

I concede that I may be slightly biased here but I believe my memory to be accurate .

Oh it is!

God no that would be too close to touching it for me,

You could feel it squish slightly between your fingers.

*turns green*

I used to pick up slugs and worms when I was a kid, so as an adult in my first house I had no problem picking them up with my fingers for the eviction. Till scientific interest took over and I stared closely at the slug in my palm. Did you know they are covered in swarming white parasites?!?!!?

Ugh. No. reverse! Reverse!

A slug with parasites is too much even for me. This is the person who used to warm her feet in cow crap. Throw rabbit poo. Investigate anything...

Now it's careful wodges of paper towel. The real difficulty is when your dogs roll on them and you have to gingerly tease away strands of fur to release the slugs. Run free my beauties.

😖

One of my lovely cats managed to wrestle a full grown and rather angry pigeon through the cat door. It got upstairs and into my bedroom where it proceeded to fly back and forth with various moggies trampolining on the bed and jumping up and down on various bits of furniture and the window sill trying to catch it.

I managed to eject them, pulled back the net curtain and opened the window. Pigeon erupted out of the window under the startled gaze of my next door neighbour. It did nothing to disabuse her of the notion that I'm utterly mad.

The cats then spent the next half hour or so looking for it.

UGH!

Waaaaaaay TMI about slugs there

Fabulous story!!

To this day I don't know how a magpie got into my house. I left the doors locked and windows closed. We don't have cats. But on my return, there it was sitting on the tv. I wrapped it in a tea towel and carried it out. (This account misses out stepladders, flapping, bird poo, startled dogs, feathers etc)

Brilliant story. Is that how you got the reputation for being the local witch?

The tower ballroom is magical and the dance floor (sprung) is to die for. You can dance all night on the same legs and still feel fresh. Many surfaces jar the legs so they start to get sore after a few hours. AT the Tower you really can dance until dawn and then go for a brisk walk along the front in search of breakfast; which is when the magic ends.

Here's a thing. Tonight I went out to a salsa gig after Strictly . The general concensus was that, in terms of salseryness, Ed's dance was better than Daisy's. I am going to have to watch the two again to check that out.

Ah, wonderful cat stories!
Our dear little chap who recently passed away at 15 always used to kick his way through doors and the two flaps. He never came in quietly (no matter the time).
So one Saturday night as we were in the 'office' waiting upon the spoiler, we heard the first flap explode, then the second. Lots of very loud mewling as he came up the stairs and he went straight into the bedroom. SWMBO followed him into the bedroom to find him leaping about and darting under the bed. He was very pleased to see her. Twenty seconds later, I heard a scream. Upon looking under the bed, SWMBO discovered his latest present ......... a very dead pretty bunny rabbit!!! Not a wild one but a grey and white fluffy one with a pretty white tail. He was most indignant when I got a binliner and disposed of his latest present for SWMBO.
To cap it all, our neighbours asked us later in the week if we had seen one of their rabbits as one was missing.