Nearly ready to go out to the Christmas bash on Saturday, went to the wardrobe to get my 'going out'
bag and find it clawed to ruin by my cat. Luckily I adore said cat (who generally gets away with murder as the local wildlife would testify) and found a -older- replacement. Had it been a person who had done the deed all hell would have broken loose... as my daughters quite rightly pointed out. Bless.
Stabbing at a school in Wales this lunchtime.
Why Are Blokes Obsessed With Noisy Gadgets??