Fill me in...

So - there's me and a pile of coursework folders, and nothing else for a week and a half. Your task, gentle reader, is to fill the blank - or rather - suggest things to fill it in.

The more ludicrous the better.

The one I think is best will win a prize.

[Poll #275225]

Goodbye Mr Biscuits

I never knew how old Mr Biscuits was - just that he was a very pretty rat.

This morning he was fine, but about an hour ago his back legs just seemed to go. He tried valiantly to eat some cake, but just couldn't manage it.

My vet closes at 6.30, and is 10 minutes away in the car - so it was a flurry of phonecalls, finding carrying boxes, searching for car keys and money at 6.10.

In a typically farcical manner, I was rushing around so much I managed to stand on an (untied, of course) bootlace whilst carrying him, slip on the hall floor and go skidding over. I manged to save Mr B from most of the fall, but gave myself a fair whack on the doorframe, which appears to be a bit sore now. Hysterics ensued about "Not even being able to look after them when they're dying anymore!", but when your vet closes in 10 minutes, you just need to get on with it.

Mr B didn't seem to notice the injection at all, and slipped quietly away. I saw he still had a small piece of cake crammed into his mouth.

So there'll be anopther funeral at boglin towers tomorrow. They come and they go - meetings and partings and all that.

He was a very pretty rat. Here's to you, Mr B.