geeks, cats, golf...

Some criticism from a nameless redhead: the weblog is getting too geeky. Apparently I'm talking about ipods, apples and technology too much. I'll try to be more interesting, and I certainly won't talk about Tim's rather marvellous xbox setup.

Cats then... had reunions with all three of the ex-mogs this weekend. Tibbles, age 16, is not the cat she once was. Chris suspects stroke, vet suspects ear infection. Either way, she was struggling to remain upright, which was really quite heartbreaking to see. She now has her son Jimmy back from the Irena madhouse. He didn't really enjoy the trip from Scunthorpe to Sheffiled, and was unable to remain continent for more than 5 minutes. I think he'll be very happy in his new home though, he seemed to settle in fairly quickly - the familiar smells of Chris, Tibbles and me helped. And Maggie is as fat a lump as ever.

Golf! Tim and I went to the driving range and 9 hole pitch and putt. He was a very good teacher, and my 25% success rate of hitting the ball straight was quite satisfying - especially the one which landed on the green. Hopefully I can find plenty of playing in Edinburgh, it is golfing country after all.