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Since starting uni, everything from my sanity to my social life has taken something of a battering, so with a new semester just starting I figured I would take up my friend, Mr F, on the offer of a night out. The original intention was to head into London, but with the weather on the brink of turning the capital into one giant paddling pool, we decided to head to a pub in Harrow for a bite to eat.  Okay, technically still London but sufficiently far from the Thames as to downgrade the wetness status to verruca pool.

All dressed up and nowhere to go :-( I was supposed to be meeting my cuz and his new wife in London tonight, as they are here this weekend for her thirtieth birthday, gallavanting around the capital to do all the interesting things people do there. So why am I sitting here, posting? The trains are buggered. I'd heard this morning that there were problems but figured they would be sorted by tonight. How naive! Checking the Journey Check website for Silverlink , there are no trains to Euston from where I am within the next hour ... and its been saying that for the past hour. Fine. That's that cancelled then. What about going out with mates? Only one person out of about seven bothered to reply and is already busy. So here I sit, all psyched up for going out, with nowhere to go... ... and totally grumpy.

You're probably wondering what happened at the photo session from last Friday? No? Well, I'm gonna tell you anyway, so if you don't want to read on, go have fun with the kittens ... For those of you into cats, my mate Foshie has become a foster carer, looking after cats until a home can be found for them. His second cat, Molly , seems to get two distinct reactions: "Aww, she's gorgeous!" and "My God, what is that?!". My reaction to the first photo I saw was to laugh: she had huge eyes and a face like an Ewok . Then I met her on Friday night, and my heart melted. As well as being the smallest, skinniest, 8-year-old cat I had ever seen, the poor thing also had a cold and was wheezing and snuffling like I do after I've been around cats!* Surprisingly, she didn't run away from me, and within 10 minutes I was taking pics of her lounging about. Foshie had said that she was cam era shy, but I think she secretly enjoyed being the centre of ...