The Pandacam is taking over my weekend. I kept sneaking off yesterday to see what the pandas were doing. Yesterday evening, Patsington and I were enjoying some peaceful time in the sitting room - Debussy was playing, I was re-reading Brother of the More Famous Jack and realising that when I read it when I was 16 it totally influenced my image of the sort of adult life I thought I would have, and Patsington was looking through newspapers looking for story ideas for his top secret new employment prospect. A scene of true domestic bliss, one might think. Except then Patsington was reading something on his laptop, and I started going "can we look at the pandas again? Just for a second?" and insisted on checking out their latest antics. Yes, I was so keen to see the pandas that I couldn't wait to GO UPSTAIRS TO MY OWN LAPTOP and look at them myself. It's like an addiction. TO CUTENESS.
But seriously, who can blame me (except