And all the breath that I own.

• Oh, wow. Polyamorous marriage is now all but legal in the Netherlands (courtesy angharad). You can't marry, but you can have three people in a civil union. So what were the rules on recognition of marriages and civil unions in other EU countries? Lookit all the gibbering 'Merkin trackbacks too. WE'RE GOING TO HELL AND TAKING THE U.S. WITH US!

I am going to die of kitten-induced hay fever. They have also scent-marked (ahem) the spare room, giving me tremendous incentive to clean it up tomorrow. This evening we cruelly trained them not to come near our food when we're eating. I did not throw them across the room, I gently picked them up and put them down on the other side of the room. They got the idea eventually. This weekend we should probably teach them that rats are sharp and not to be crossed.

redcountess has gone *splat* again, so Frida Kahlo is getting less likely. However, that gives us lots of time to catch up on domesticity.

All the trash blowin round 'n' round.

Little Girl is now named Madam Shao Mao, likely to become Madam in common use. She is clearly insane. We don't have a name for Little Boy yet.

Today has been Domestic Day. We were woken by the kittens at 6:30am, 9am, 10am and noon; redcountess fed them at half past six. We eventually got up at 12:30ish. My nose has been streaming all day from kitten fur. I actually risked taking a Zirtek and didn't promptly collapse zonked out (weird interaction effect with Cipramil), possibly due to having taken four Sudafed by four o'clock. BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ.

I put up some wardrobe clothes-hangers, as part of our attempt to channel the flat's inner Tardis. Two loads of washing. I tidied the spare room a bit and FOUND MY PVC TROUSERS! W00T! Apologies to fans of the skirt and stockings, but I think I'll be going manly next B-Movie. Of course, I'll probably put up a poll closer to the time.

Thud and Anansi Boys arrived today. Liz has been reading the former, cackling frequently.