Goth Girls' Detective Club

I was going to post today, but blogger hates  me and kept screwing it up and I got stroppy, so that put an end to that. Grrr, I say, grrr. It was an awesome post too, really quite extraordinary, you wouldn't have believed it.  (It really wasn't, I don't know why I said that, I'm sorry). Needless to say I am very angry at technology at the moment and am going to shout at the internet for a while. I shall try and post it again later when I've stopped sulking.  In the meantime, instead of a proper post, here's a picture of me and BeBe pretending we're not watching Dancing on Ice . We're not, we're really not. 

While I brew up a proper post I thought I'd post some Christmas kitten pictures, because everyone loves kittens, right? Opie and BeBe destroying the Christmas tree Opie and BeBe pretending they're not destroying the Christmas tree Lounging and clearly plotting more mischief Needless to say the Christmas tree spent most of the season on the floor and we're still finding baubles under the furniture. Presents were also something of a lucky dip as they ate all the labels. I was thrilled to receive my Lynx gift set and limited edition Dinobot. I now smell like an adolescent boy and can turn a plane into a pterodactyl in less than 11 seconds, thanks kittens.