Well, last night I had one of those wonderfully deep sleeps that no earthquake (did I tell you about that? ) could have disturbed and, as one might expect, woke this morning with a stinking headache, feeling as if I hadn’t slept a wink. I thought about working, realised I’d already hit my two month target (40,000 words in the bag!), and decided a day off was called for.
So, I caught up on my feeds, read a little Ray Bradbury (who I’m just rediscovering) and somehow, don’t ask me how, got onto the subject with my father of why Pixie & Dixie (and Mr. Jinx!) aren’t on television anymore. Real cerebral stuff, I know, but I’m playing the headache card, don’t forget, so I think I can get away with it. We drew no real conclusions, but, naturally, it was by this point too late; I was feeling nostalgic — and therefore quickly headed over to YouTube.
The animation is a bit naff, the plot suitably simple (cat hits mice, mice hit cat — you get the picture) but it’s a nice bit of fun.
Oh. And my Texan friends will love this particular episode, I’m sure.