i’m sat in bed and next thing this ENORMOUS cricket flies in from the courtyard and starts banging about the room. i wrap myself in the duvet cos i’m not wearing much and the thought of the thing on me is freaking me out, and manage to get Swinx the cat in from my lounge. she is now locked in here with me cos i have to SEE if she catches it.

i feel terrible tho. Raph and I are reading Cricket in Times Square – one of my favourite books as a child – and i feel like i’m setting Harry Cat to catch Chester.

Thank goodness Raph is alseep. When i was young i used to catch crickets in match boxes hoping i could train them to chirp songs.

sigh

when did i become such a ninny?

maybe thre x-x gets here soon and helps me dispatch it back outside _{cos i won’t be focussing on his Welcome Home very much if that thing is batting about the curtains}

crap it’s under my bed now.

waaaah.