WANTED - ROOM TO SWING A CAT

Catster has gone, taking the lovesick one with her. I kind of miss her ragged self, hogging my laptop writing desperate love notes with her sad little rule-abiding ways. That's Tina, not the Catster. Of course I miss the Catster too, only it's probably a good thing she's gone as she was breaking me with an excess of everything - day, night, killer cocktails, Wholefoods' Spanish nut mix etc. (One has to question the point of a painkiller delivery if they are all used up by the time said mule has departed, due to the mule's presence ....)
But hey, we had fun!

Now to the vexed question of finding another apartment, as our rent has increased overnight by $400 per month just as the Tactile Helpdesk's housing allowance from his company has decreased by considerably more than that. To all of you who haven't been to stay yet - too late. We will almost certainly be moving to something resembling a wendy house, or a 'one bedroom alcove apartment', which is estate agent code for a cupboard in somebody else's flat.

Meanwhile, I am living on the sort of pocket money I used to get to spend on Dundee biscuits (now missing, presumed dead) in the tuck shop at school when I was 11. Luckily I have a 10 book reading list for the jazz course I've recently started, so that should keep me out of harmful spending ways for a while.....