Grim Day...

Horror in London today. Frightening stuff. How many times have I transited Russell Square and Aldgate East tube stations, en route to the British Library and the Women's Library? Sadly, it was not a question of if this day would happen, but when. Still, Londoners are made of strong stuff. They're well used to this kind of thing. Hitler didn't beat them, nor did Gerry Adams, so Osama bin Laden and his mates round the Finsbury Park Mosque won't either.

So. In tribute to the Bulldog Breed, a bit of blogging on utterly inane and ordinary subjects today.

1. We attended the birthday fete of my putative nephew, Dante, yesterday. Today is his first birthday. A notable event, given that he was born prematurely (and under distressed circumstances) to my friend Wendy this time last year. He was just 3 lb 13 oz at birth, but is now a strapping healthy lad.
2. Wonder of wonders! One can now send e-cards from the official Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell website. I especially like this one, as it features one of my favourite quotes from the book: Apparently the film rights to the novel have been purchased and a scriptwriter has been employed. With the right team at the helm, a film adaptation could be marvellous. I wonder who will play the lead roles?
3. Tim, our new bun, had the snip last week and came through surgery with no difficulties. Fawn still attacking him, but it will likely be another week or two before his hormones start to diminish (he still routinely engages in v. rude behaviour with his plush ball). Hopefully, once he gets a grip on himself and starts behaving like a gentleman, Fawn will accept him as a suitable companion. We can only hope.
4. Just finished watching last night's taped double episode of Little Britain. Bwahahahahaaaaa. I think I'm going to like it very, very much.