Monday Morning

I stayed up last night to watch the 100 top pop videos. Actually it was quite good, I'd already guessed MJ's Thriller would be at number one. Funny though, I had to agree that the MJ of today and the guy of the video and music fame with tracks like 'Off the Wall' and Billie Jean' seem to be two completely different people. So that makes it ok to still like his old music.
Last night I dreamt I was Scrooge being visited by three ghosts. I think it was more likely Trin being visited by three cats. I woke up to them all trying to achieve supreme rights to sleep on my head. I realised then that I have forged myself a life of a spinster, caring for her pussies. What man could cope with a woman with three pussies?
Then this morning, Danz opens the front door to let a cat in and the lock falls off in her hand. Filling me with faith and confidence that, yes, we are safe in our beds.
Danz has just left for school with her mates announcing loudly to the world that our door lock falls off.
Not sure what to do about it. It's wrecked. It's a council lock so I guess they'll have to come see to it. I think anyways. But I don't know how to put it back on...TBH I don't want it back on. One shove and it'll fall off anyways.
I wonder if they have door chains too? I seem to remember some police drive to make people feel secure with door chains and spy holes in doors?
It's Abby's school play today. Three nights of stage nerves. She's pissy this morning. Already shouted at me. Ah the stresses of being famous I guess :-/