Another Dead Bird

There's another dead bird outside the security door of my block of flats. I wish the cat that leaves these birds would go away and find someone else to offer dead birds to.

Night, All ...

I'm going to finish watching Midsomer Murders tonight, and then head for bed. I've got the Central Supply Catalogue for Traveller, and I want to dig through it before writing another word for Mongoose.

I've got neither milk for tea nor anything solid to eat. Tomorrow morning, I am going to be starving. Totally starving.

Ah, well.