Susan got into one of her paddies last night, obsessed to the max: when she starts something absolutely nothing can get her to stop and come to bed/lunch/whatever. Normally someone to come to bed at maybe 8pm, rarely later than 9pm, last night she finally went up the wooden hill at 0100hours.

This was all because Madam has lost a LOT of weight and now has had to throw away millions clothes which no longer fit, and of course, buy new ones. So: Madam was cataloguing all her clothing into what and how to wear. There are clothes EVERYWHERE in the house, across sofas, windows, hanging off bannisters and of course, damn it all, all across the damn bed, especially my side.

Uh, wimmin, can’t live with ‘em, can’t live without ‘em.