You know your life is boring when you have nothing to write about. I am going through one of those dry patches, where I cannot even write a letter or poem, let alone an interesting post. Terry is still out of work but he has a job starting in a couple of weeks, so things should improve then. I so really hate being poor. I can’t even win a tenner on the lottery. I don’t usually stay down in the dumps for long, so I am waiting for the bounce back that comes in less than no time. Maybe I shall clean the windows. Sparkling glass equals sparkling mood, perhaps. Wendell is all hot and bothered. I have taken to giving him cool showers but he does love to share the water. The cats are back to fighting and there are little clumps of fur flying about. Maybe they could use a shower too. Anyway, as I said, I have nothing to write about, so I shall sign off, Pen.