Hey. Winnie here. Excuse me "poking my snout in where it don't belong" as Danny would say, but I've noticed that he and G are back with a vengeance. I'd rather they were just back, and left the vengeance behind. However, you can't teach an old dog new tricks, and you can't teach a cocky cat anything, so I guess I just have to be the balance here. The blog needs balance. Dan can't give it that, because his definition of balance is "being able to walk the whole length of the fence, without slipping off and catching a serious splinter right up your arse". If you look up "uncouth" in the dictionary, you'll see a picture of Dan there.
Anyway, G was checking his e-mails this morning, and he and I were catching some quiet squeeze time whilst "the cat who is too hard for this planet" was venturing out into the garden for the first time in days - as he doesn't like wet and windy weather. G received one of the 'Simple Truth' e-mails, and it made him reminisce. After watching it, he was telling me about the effect that teachers have on people, and teachers he has met. Some great, some really bad. I didn't quite understand the concept, as we pretty much have to fend for ourselves from a really early age, but I do understand good memories. I feel them when I'm padding-and-purring his chest when we all go to bed. The 'ard one does it too, but don't let him know I told you so. G gets really wistful when he talks about people he's known in the past, he has the Moon in Cancer in the first house forming a grand trine with Neptune in Scorpio and his Sun in Pisces in his tenth house, so he can't really help it he says. It meant nothing to me, but I liked hearing about his people anyway.... and I always love the way he fiddles with my ears when he goes back in time...
