loll cat

From the Chambers Harraps website:

loll verb (lolled, lolling) intrans
1 (often loll about) to lie or sit about lazily; to lounge or sprawl.

tuxedo cat asleep on sofa

If anyone wanted the other lol cats, they can, of course, be found over on I Can Has Cheezburger?

miaow, meow, miau, miaou….

Tuxedo cat face close up
How do you spell that word?

Not that it really matters, but it seemed the right noise to be making since I just discovered I have an identity on the WorldCat website.

This being the internet, I’m rather surprised that the site has nothing to do with cats.

In fact it’s a searchable catalogue of library collections and it also includes a fun facility to follow connections and explore relationships between the identities held on file for people, things, characters and corporations. It’s a bit like playing six degrees of separation, but I haven’t yet worked out the route to connect my id with Kevin Bacon.

children of all ages

1950s Mobo metal walking horse

On my way back from the village early yesterday evening, I met a neighbour who asked wasn’t I staying around for the Kings’ Day cavalcade.

The usual conversation resulted, about the Kings as gift-bearers not being part of my culture. (“We do things differently en mi tierra,” is a useful gambit which usually puts paid to criticism of my unorthodox behaviours. After all, I can’t help being foreign.)

Then I asked whether he was intending to watch the parade. “Oh no; es para niños.
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now I’ve seen it all

river Arenal, Gredos

I’ve seen it all – though sadly I don’t have photos, so have had to link to other sites: I’ve finally seen all the animals and birds that appear on the information board along by the river in the village. There aren’t that many, but it’s taken me six years to get a full house:
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three by three

I know London is not as quiet as the pueblo, but I didn’t expect to be woken at 7am on a Sunday. Then again, I’m glad I didn’t miss this scene:

police horses, London
It was the completely unexpected sound of hooves on asphalt that woke me – there must have been around fifty horses, and they made quite a noise. I have no idea where they were being taken or why. Perhaps it doesn’t matter.