Move Niko

Jana's back at work this morning... so life is returning back to normal. I need to start working, but I'll clean the house, or at least my room up first...it may take the rest of the week though, a big clothes and bags bomb must have flown in through the window and exploded in here while I was away last week. It's a reet mess. Jana's mom, Linda, had to come home from work and 'remove' Niko - the smallest and eldest canine here, cos I couldn't get him to leave my room and therefore enable me to clean up. He doesn't bother me, but I aint touching him for fear of loosing a digit. Sometimes, most often when Linda is here, Niko will refuse to use the stairs and have to be carried, but other times he will run up and down those stairs like he was 10 years younger... except for the weezing afterwards. Today he got up the stairs, but 'chose' not to go back down and just barked... until he barged his way into the bedroom and become an obsticle.

Listened to BBC Radio 1 again since being married, cos that sounds different now. Scott Mills went on about the annoyance that is twenty-something year old girls 'wearing' a small yappy dog in a bag as a fashion statement a-la Plaster-of-Paris Hilton. Apparently this 'look' is on the up in London, with a few listeners calling in to say they'd seen someone on the street with their dog like this and how crap it is. Aint that the truth.

The frogs are still going off outside. Even by day, they can't get enough of that croaking.