Animals everywhere. Honestly, I can't move for them this week.

I found out that having a robin red breast in your house (yes it did happen see dolittle post) is a portent of imminent death in the house -but the good news is that robins do apparently cover your corpse with moss. There isn't much moss in Watford, and I'm hoping there won't be any corpses in my part of Watford either. It's made me a bit jumpy - there's something very unsettling about 16th century folklore. Not that I believe in it or anything but they must have basedthis on something. Some bloke obviuosly had a robin in his house and then got hit by a horse and cart or something...hmm...horses.

But before I discuss local horse... the whole 'moth in a pudding' business which was so speedily put right by the store went speedily wrong tonight when I triumphantly produced my £10 goodwill gesture token which, wait for it, had no cash on it. So the man behind me in the queue thought I was mental, the lad on the till thought I was taking the piss, and despite reliving the moth incident in graphic detail full payment was demanded which led to a sizeable though dignified strop at the customer services desk.

'I'll have to go and train him on how they work' she said

'It's a piece of plastic, not the hubble telescope, how hard can it be? Just give me £10 and I'll go away'

'No can do Im afraid, I just can't get into the system'

'But you can get into the till - look, there's a tenner, just give me that and stuff your plastic goodwill and I'll be off'

'Can you come back and try another day?'

'Certainly. What am I thinking here? Your goodwill gesture for trying to kill me with a moth should of course be on your terms and I should of course try to cash it in when the moons are correctly aligned. So sorry - I thought somehow a good will gesture meant making things up with me.'

So then a horse (I did say I had a horse to talk about do keep up) that's just appeared (yes highly probably belonging to people who prefer fluid living arrangements and I don't mean fish) by the childminder's house decided to have a bit of a nibble at my car. Well, more of a drool actually as I pulled up to enquire of the 2 under 8's in charge of it whether its owner intended to keep it there permanently on a 6 foot square of very short grass and no water.

Should have kept out of it really, but I'm worried about the horse since it's only decent meal of late has been Henry's ear and my upholstery.
I would call the RSPCA but knowing my luck it'll be a big palaver and someone scary will come and slash my tyres.

The house move continues to move at lightning speed - am now bombarded with admin to do around cess pits and light fittings. Frankly I just want to get going asap - I am rapidly losing interest in keeping this house clean and tidy....well that's my excuse anyway.