The Harlot's Progress

Yesterday it was dark and lashing rain and it made me feel miserable. Today it is raining even harder and I'm reveling in it. I feel like snuggling on the couch in our Avoca blanket, drinking Green and Black's hot chocolate and reading Kathryn Hughes's fantastic book about Mrs Beeton. It may be raining, but I have good books to read, I have a stupid but entertaining cat to amuse me, I have a nice comfy couch to lounge on, and I have a lovely boyfriend who will come home and watch Coronation Street with me and find it just as funny as I do. What more could one want?

ETA: Cam-caps of Pandababy, that's what! Awww, man, look at the last few. In a loving manger, indeed! Thanks for the link, daegaer.

I'm not making this up - there is a Pandababy Kindergarten (Pandababygarten, really) in China. Although from this photo, it looks more like a pandababy army. Which would be AWESOME.

There's no pleasing some people, and by "some people" I mean "me". Just a few hours ago I was all cosy and content. Now I am filled with ennui. I don't feel like reading. I don't feel like watching telly. I don't feel like being sociable. I don't even feel like watching the brand new episode of Gilmore Girls. Even Pandababy's charms are failing me. Meh. Suggest something to cheer me up, please!

My sister rang me about half an hour ago to tell me that she had, in her possession, nothing less than a personally signed copy of the new Jackie Collins novel.

As someone who once watched the so-bad-it's-freaking-hilarious TV movie of Ladyboss (starring Donald Trump and Joan Rivers as themselves!!) twice in one weekend with my good friend the Mozzer, I am indescribably jealous.