A funny sort of a day...warm this morning with hazy sunshine and then the clouds gathered and there was a horrible afternoon of heavy rain....but I was ensconced in my room once more sticking cat and dog food cans together with hot glue...like you do. Marians just taken her dogs for their daily walk on the bog...she has Otto of course, who is the size of a brick shit house and awful fearsome, though at last she's taken the hint to keep him muzzled...and then she has about nine other assorted dogs of varying ages and sizes...you can track Marians progress on the bog by the discarded fag ends....she smokes like the proverbial chimney. I watched Whitechapel last night and rather wished I hadn't actually 'cos it's a bit scary....and I'm not easily scared. Poor Chandler had the heebie-jeebies when he walked straight into pig entrails draped across a sewer...he'd thought them to be human. And it was worse in the middle of the episode and then was nasty at the end when an unpleasant character was cooking something very odd indeed in his oven....I'll gobble down gruesome thrillers in the form of books...happily research unpleasant methods of execution....walk about in the pitch dark without a bother on me...but for some reason this particular thriller has an uneasy atmosphere about it...the archives in the basement stuffed full of ancient books and files....the flickering lights in the men's lavatory...the thumps from the boiler...the briefest of glimpses of something unpleasant in a perfectly ordinary setting....so I perch on the edge of the settee with my heart in my mouth repeating the mantra that's it's only a television drama while my palms grow sweaty and I forget to breathe....and I'm prodding rags into my rag rug without looking 'cos I dare not take my eyes from the screen....we watch about two hours of television a week I suppose....don't have anything like cable or Sky...just the basics really. And our television is small and lurks in the bookshelves...we don't think the comedy programmes shown are in the least bit amusing....can't stand the endless cooking or renovating houses...so it's as well we have a free licence 'cos of Himself being pretty ancient. We read instead or sometimes we'll play a game of Scrabble....I'm not allowed to play card games though, because it takes me ages to grasp the rules...Himself is prowling about on his laptop and I make rag rugs and do a bit of cross-stitch....by nine thirty I'm thinking about bed...but those are winter nights when it's dark early. it's different in the summer when we're still out in the street or the garden at eleven at night and the television seizes up through never being switched on at all and we don't bother to even look to see what's on...