Friday Has Spent a Long Time Flying
 Mrs. Toad and I are currently in Toronto for a cousin’s wedding, leaving young Ian in charge of the cats and the house and the lab… OH NO WHAT HAVE I DONE…!
Christ. Suicidal house-sitting choices aside, we’ve been on aeroplanes a LOT today, and I am feeling sleepy as fuck, but we did see some interesting things.
I love flying into Newark airport actually, over the industrial wasteland that is New Jersey, riddled with lakes and what looks like marshland, and seemingly all held together by filaments of rail lines, roads and endless bridges.
Today we flew over the Great Lakes into Toronto, and accidentally happened across Niagara Falls from the air. It was odd, because the general landscape down there looks largely featureless, and then suddenly there is a weird dislocation and one of the biggest waterfalls in the world. Flying over Toronto was sort of interesting as well, in that it was one of those typical, featureless American cities*, divided into neat grid patterns, with these straight roads that went on perfectly undeviating for miles and miles and miles. To a European, that just looks odd.
So yes, by the time most of you are sitting at your desks wishing Friday would hurry up and trundle on to pub time, I will probably only just have woken up from sleeping off my jetlag.
1. What’s the coolest place you have flown over in a plane?
2. What’s your total wedding attendance score so far?
3. Last new place you visited.
4. Worst jetlag you ever had.
5. Most irresponsible person you’ve ever left in charge of anything important.
*Disclaimer: yes, I know Toronto isn’t actually in America. But it’s more American than any other Canadian city I know – in fact maybe more like American cities than Canadian ones altogether.







 I’ve always felt weird whenever I’ve been asked to cat-sit as I’ve always been a dog person. I’m not sure if it’s because of their doe-eyed obedience, endearing stupidity or general loyalty but I really do love dogs. I’ve never been the type of person who hated cats either, they just seemed to hate me. Now this has proven to be a challenge whilst looking after Mr and Mrs Toad’s cats (Marvin and Mildred). At first they seemed weary of me, with Marvin being the more ‘dog-like’ of the two due to his craving of attention, whilst Mildred would silently sit in the corner and look as though she was plotting my downfall. After a wee while I’ve really grown to love the wee guys, and they seem to kinda like me back too. Mildred is far less weary and has started wanting cuddles, whilst Marvin has now promoted himself to chief head-sitter. It’s kind of weird as I would always think cat folk were daft when they spoke about their cats having such unique personalities, but it’s true. So here is to my two new pals. De-lurk please, and all that shite.

