I awake to find there are black feathers all over the bedroom floor, and I know straight away what's happened. Angell has killed Bertie. Bertie is in the bathroom, sans one leg, dead. Angell is laying by the body, looking as proud as punch. I am furious, and sad. No point in chastising Angell, it's an instinct thing for cats to kill birds, but I'm dreadfully upset. Bizarrely, I'm proud too, that Angell is 'normal'. Must be like a Father finding out his Son has got a girl pregnant. Half 'why did you do that?' and half 'that's my boy'....! Poor Bertie, though. The lawn is invaded by a squadron of starlings this morning. A squadron? What is the collective term for starlings, I wonder? A universe? They are very odd birds, unlike blackbirds who are lone creatures, starlings operate in huge packs, the bird equivelant of a crowd of football yobs.
Work, hard on the e-mails and forum until 2.30pm, then the Laddies $250. Remarkably, I win it from a field of, I think, 40 odd, and collect $4,800. Been a great week for me online, over $10,000 in winnings (I guess around $8,500 net of stakes) and £2,000 from live play. Intended to push on with the E-mails, but I'm elated at winning the comp - well, 2 comps in less than 24 hours - and I cant be arsed to work, my adrenelin is surging.
Wandering round the house in boxers, I catch sight of myself in the wardrobe mirror, and suddenly realize how age is taking it's toll on my body. Muscle wastage has begun - I'm sure my legs are getting thinner. Clever the way the body starts small, grows and gets stronger and better, then, suddenly, starts to do the opposite. My mind is on the slide, too, I think. Sharp as a razor in some areas, still able to suss out a situation in a flash, but it's the memory that's the problem, and I tend to forget things. Can't think of an example right now, which kinda proves the case......
The forum is blissfully peaceful this week. We are short of mods - Heid is in Vegas, Iron in Hossie, Tighty having a few days break - he's been 'on the bridge' non-stop for a while, but there are no issues to handle, and The Mods Board is unusually quiet. Long may it last, but usually it's 'out of a clear blue sky' that something blows up.
Annoyingly, I completely forgot that the Grosvenor Fessie Satellite was on at 9.15pm - I won my Vic seat in one of these - and I log-on minutes too late. Snoops and Red end up sat next to each other, snoops busts Red, and goes on to claim his seat, as did the stunningly improved Matt Tyler. Snoops, like Jen, has an immense following on blonde, he's loved and liked by everyone, and there were heaps of 'well done' posts, bless him. It's his dream to play a Main Event, and I forecast this is gonna be a repeat of Deauville and Monte Carlo, when the Forum went Jen-crazy. I sure hope so.