Not Finished Yeet

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow, 

This often happens when I make toast. A certain little cat with a taste for margarine rocks up, licking his lips and looking hopeful.

I don't mind. It is actually very cute. And he doesn't have too much of my breakfast. 

Thus started a pretty dull day. Although Niecey-Noo did pop around in the evening to eat with us and have a few larfs. 

I mentioned the word "yeet" to her. Briar had just used it on me and as another YOUNG PERSON, I asked if Abi knew of it. 

"Well.... yeah.... but from about TEN YEARS AGO," she informed me.

"Oooh check you out with your 'that word is so TWENTEENS Uncle Symon, put it on your Tumblr post'," I replied.

That made her laugh. 

Bloody young people. Anyway. The point is this: I am old.

S.