The Gods are Laughing

I should have known it was going to be one of those days…

It started when I turned Odette (my lovely laptop) on and she began making funny crunching and whirring noises. This was a little unusual, and mindful that I have been doing a lot of computer-based work that I would hate to lose, I backed her up. So far so good.

Since I’ve been spending days on end in the Garret, I’ve been meaning to write a post about the discrepancy between the part of my character that is really organised, craves lists, and loves to create systems:

..and the part of me that can’t deal with stuff if it doesn’t fall into the aforementioned systems, or gets bored of organising stuff after the initial system has been created.

…and so to kill time while I backed Odette up, I thought I’d put stuff away.

That’s when I found a printing frame (sans glass) that I had bought on eBay a while ago.

‘That’s odd’, I thought ‘I don’t remember the hinge being this rusty. Or that white stuff… or the smell of fix.’ At that point, dear reader, I realised what had occurred.

Scroll back up to the top of this post, go on, I’ll wait… who do you see looking innocently out the window, mad as Hell that I still haven’t let him out, even though he’s off the antibiotics? The same creature who has decided to demonstrate his irritation by peeing in the corner of the Garret, all over my printing frame, an old portfolio and a folder.

Of course there’s no arguing with a cat, so all I could do was break out the enzymatic cleaner (which I highly recommend), clean the frame, floor and all affected items and try to salvage the day. I still haven’t let him out though…