Women in Iraq TV Documentary and parrots that want to go to bed.

There was a documentary on TV I wanted to watch about Iraqi women. I saw it advertised but I can't remember what channel it was on, or when. I don't know if I have missed it or it is soon. Wednesday rings some bells.

Oh, how very annoying.

TBM has gone on holiday to Skye. TLB thought he was going 'up in the sky' until I showed him where Skye was on the map. For someone who thought his stepdad was going on holiday to some unknown space above him he was supremely unfased by the concept, and in fact I think he preferred the idea. TBM certainly did.

My back hurts. I spent some of the day driving home and then the rest of it gardening, sweeping clear the winter oomshka from the patio and generally rearranging pots and things. My broom is broken, snapped in half so I have to sweep like I am the witch in Hansel and Gretel. Now I'm on the sofa, mainly because I can't move to go upstairs. Since I gave up smoking I have put on a good few pounds and I don't think it helps my back.

My head hurts from reading Barbelith. When I read the word 'snark' what I picture in my head is a Cat in the Hat cartoon drawing. I don't know why. It's probably better not to try to find out.

I'm lonely. Even the parrot has had enough of me and is dropping hints, hopping from one leg to the other saying, "Night night Fawkes. Night night Fawkes."