Chocolate Chinese Cats

I feel a bit better today! I don’t want to jinx myself by declaring that I am all better now. But there are improvements. Small, easily missed things.

I just ate a piece of dark chocolate, proffered to me by a colleague. It tasted fucking awful by the way. Really bitter. I like my chocolate milky. They say, in the dieting world, that you must swap milk for dark chocolate, because you’ll eat less. Hmmm, maybe because dark chocolate tastes like shit? I’m a fan of the more politically incorrect Nestle chocolate. It’s a bit richer than Cadburys. White chocolate is ok, but only in small doses. Milk chocolate is the daddy.

So, a square of icky chocolate has been the highlight of my day. It certainly wasn’t the IT people who messed around on my PC today but didn’t fix the problem, it certainly wasn’t the middle aged rocker who sits next to me in the office, and who made fun of me for reading trashy girly magazines (he thinks he’s so fucking high brow). No, you’re just a grumpy old man who used to be in a band. The Metro IS NOT high brow you wanker. Grrr.

There is a possibility that things may improve however. I’m going to see the boyfriend in Oxford tonight, and we shall be eating noodles. I miss his kitties, particularly the fat one that used to sit on me. (see earlier entry – bf had to give kitties back to ex wife). This fat cat didn’t respond when you tried to stroke him, or call him. But when I was watching TV he’d just appear from nowhere and sit on my lap, and nothing would move him. Any affection was on his terms, not mine. Is it stupid to miss a cat? Probably.