a desperate blip

Spent the evening steam cleaning my bit of carpet. Fred's a disaster around carpet. If he's not knocking over a bottle of Coke Zero, he's upending a plate of food. He's had trouble with bottles of paint from time to time, as well. I don't know what I was thinking when I put a bit of soft woolly carpet down in the sitting room. It needs as much attention as a fish pond!

What about our Alice Munro?!!! Isn't she a gem?! We were inundated with press today, cos she just happened to be in town to visit her daughters and first husband, Jim, who has a MOST fabulous book shop on Government Street, called Munro's Books. We were sending feeds out all day long all over the world. Poor Alice had been woken up with the news at 4am, so she was completely tuckered out by 9am and couldn't do anymore live stuff. Fortunately we have cameras and mics on around the clock. Lucky us!

A bit of clean carpet is hardly fitting for Alice Munro. My sincere apologies, Madame Munro!