Job search is going a little better, with one possibly fruitful appointment this week, one booked for next week ant a three week temp gig to help hold the fort starting on July 19th.

We had another showing of the house. Mellow jazz in the background, clean and neat, coffee freshly brewed.

Lt. Ripley has figured out the litter box for urine. Small, nervous and rabbit like droppings are left beside the litter box. The battle continues.

Fabulous husband has lost approx 14lbs. Last weekend he also took part in Ariellas birthday bash (send me your blog again?) where people beat on each other and the birthday girl for about two hours. One of the bouts was two handed sword, most impressive and will be posted on YouTube later on, then posted here. Too sweat not to share.

Vandals have cut down the For Sale sign in front of the house, which I've tied back up with string. Vandals, or one of the many neighbours who has asked us not to move, now that the place looks like people who eat with their front paws live here. I suspect Tita, and will confront her later on this weekend.

All for now.