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Hi everyone - just to say leaving for a week in Turkey - very excited! First hol for eight years, fantastic. Y'all stay well - see you in a week.

I recently bought a Polti steam cleaner (ebay, cheap) - and it is the best house-clean purchase I've ever made. With six cats and two dogs....................need I say more? More than anything else, it's so incredibly easy to use - lightweight - and deep cleans just about everything in minutes...

Can't do recent - but if by some oversight you haven't read Kurt Vonnegut - do so - wonderful! 'Sirens of Titan' especially good. Heinline wrote a wonderful novella about a cat called 'The door into Summer' - once read never forgotton. have just asked chap who loves SF and he has suggested you...

Oh God I am undone! I babysat for a neighbour last week and when I phoned to confirm time etc. her eight year old, Emily, answered the phone. I heard her Mum say in the background 'Who is it?' and dear little Emily replied - 'That mad cat woman' Her mother was mortified - blubbering apologies...

North and South meets makes sense - if the numbers were do-able- say up to ten I can provide bed/floor space and have enough chums to ask for extra hospitality. I think it would be brilliant to meet people who don't think I'm a mad cat woman! (Although I am) Tee hee.

I've never organised anything more complicated than a wedding! However what I think we should do is wait until there are a sufficent number of enquiries - any ideas? Fifty? Hundred? - then we simply sort out in the most democratic way date and location. How does that sound? I live as far South...

Why don't we organise a get together? It would be a wonderful Summer treat! Thoughts everyone?

Oh! Oh! Oh! So purringly happy for you both! Ain't love grand? Love Patricia

I think that being able to listen is as important as being able to speak. The trouble is that too many people think talking is more important.

My family accept and to an extent, embrace, my spiritual beliefs but it doesn't stop their endless teasing about animal heaven. My daughters proposition is that when we die we have the choice of human or animal heaven - as far as I'm concerned there is no choice! Imagine playing chess with...

Years ago when he was at University my chap had a holiday job at out local Sea life centre where he was Sammy the Seal! Walked around honking and entertaining children. He still says it was the best job he ever had!

Your post made me think about the sheer regularity of my days - get up, feed cats, go to study, write 1000 words while various cats vie to distract me, take dogs out, go to shops and buy supper ingredients, cook supper with assistance of incredibly helpful cats, potter in garden if not raining...

Oh sweetie! It's nothing to do with you as a person! It's just that you want people to fit into your scedule - which is different from their own. Chin up!

You know, that's exactly what I think too. And it's wonderfully comforting. Thanks

but has anyone else experienced (mostly in dreams) being with/seeing their beloved animals again? Sometimes, almost out of the corner of your eye? Welcome comments x

And I'm happy for you! It's a terrible fate to live in a home you don't like. On your moving-in day, why don't you plant something to celebrate?

I wanted to be a writer - and now finally, since I stopped working I am! Only problem is the literary wolrd has yet to recognise my genius! It will 'though!

The only tips I can add to the excellent posts are I only ever buy new underwear - all my other clothes come from charity shops as do my books and just about everything I need. Also I've given up doing a weekly or bi monthly huge food shop - I find that easily creates waste (which I HATE) - so I...

Paul G also wrote an incredibly moving novel called Jenny - essentially about a lost cat. I discovered it in 1976 when I had just returned to UK having been living in the US. At the time of reading my beloved dog, Tigger, was still in the US with friends while I was getting the money together to...

This is an extreme long shot - but I would love to know. For Christmas, when I was five (1955) I was given a book - title forgotton - but in it a little girl found a talking mouse inside a box of chocolates SHE had for christmas. I remember the mouse said 'biggie bit'. Anyone?