"Dinner and bondage... Works for me!"

I'm really enjoying this new Dr Who. There's daleks in next week's ep - does that mean the series is winding up?

The cubs had Friday off and my time-sense is completely out of whack. I've been pleasantly surprised several times today to remember that it's not Sunday and I don't have to get up early tomorrow morning. : )

Happy Lutra. The cubs and I went to the Aquarium today. Unfortunately our membership had expired so we had to pay to get in. Ouch. Been a while since we've been but it was lovely. I suspect I was wandering around with the biggest, doofiest grin...
There was a new cuttlefish - a giant cuttlefish. It was huge! I stood and watched it strobe bands of colour over its skin for several minutes, fascinated in much the same way the prey would be.
There were some new tadpoles, and the adult frogs were much bigger. The juvenile rays had been taken out of the mangrove exhibit - probably too big for it now - but there were some woodgie wee baby smooth-skinned rays and wobegongs in the tank where the baby port jackson sharks had been. So cute! Only the size of my hand! <g>
Cubs had a great time as well, culminating in a visit to the gift shop. They got an orange plush jelly-fish, to go with the blue one we've had for a while; an inflatable shark and another big plush shark for the S cub, distinguishable from his brother's big plush shark cos a: it's clean, and b: it's got 'Melbourne Aquarium' stitched on its side. Oh, and I bought myself a little snowdome with seahorses inside.
Next time we go - all being well - I'll be able to subtract the price of today's entry fee off the cost of a yearly subscription. Which is how we managed to pay for the last lot. : )

Speaking of snowdomes, the husband of the other library volunteer mum I work with at the cubs' school has just come back from the UK. She said ages ago that she'd asked him to get me a snowdome but I'd forgotten about it until she told me she'd given it to one of the cubs to give to me! Now I have a London snowdome nestled in with the rest. <g>

No idea what brought it on but I was reminiscing about cats I've been owned by and got terribly upset when I couldn't remember the name of one of them! True, it was a long time ago and I didn't have him for very long - he got hit by a car - but he was the loveliest, most affectionate, rather stupid cat I've ever known. This is how dim he was: Mum was the one who fed all the animals but it was me he'd come and wake up! Very strange having your nose purred into while you're asleep...
He had a daft name, too. Something like Nigel, or Basil. Bruce? Butch? No good, I'm going to have to dig out the old old photos. I can't even remember what he looked like - I have an impression of big yellow eyes and dark fur...

George! His name was George and he was a dark tabby!
Yay, I remembered! And dammit, and now I really miss him.
Definitely going to have to get those photos now...