It is one month now until our first anniversary, and I’ve started to wonder what I’m going to get Mark then. It was a long time ago we stopped counting the months, so I think it’s time to do something awesome.

At the end of the month we’re off again on another trip to another of the fair countries of this isle of ours. We’re going to Caernarfon in Wales for a few days with another couple, one of whom is Welsh and suggested the place.

I thought we could do something about the anniversary then, but now when I’m thinking about it I don’t want to involve anyone else. It should just be the two of us, and we should keep it quite simple. Maybe go out for dinner at a good restaurant. Be romantic and all that.

What I’m mostly banging on about in my head is that we’ve actually been married a whole year. It feels like it was only a month ago, sometimes.


Living with one of those wishy-washy people who believe “there’s something out there” has its risks, particularly if the parents are the same. There comes times when they try to convince me about the validity of their position, and that can lead to arguments.

For one thing, I think Mark is not rigorous enough in his thinking about this. He says that he has no evidence that there’s nothing out there, so in his view it is pointless to try to make a statement about it.

First, there’s no evidence that if there’s something out there that it’s Christian. It could be Norse, or ancient Greek. Or what about if he wakes up after death and meets a Horus who demands a tribute? Or maybe we’ll meet an irate Odin who demands to know why we haven’t sacrificed slaves to him ever? What is to say that whatever is out there is Christian? Nothing. Maybe Mohammed strolls by the pearly gates to find out where Allah should send the 72 virgins?

Bah. Humbug. You can’t prove a negative. If there is no evidence for something, you can’t say “lack of evidence is not evidence for nothing”. Lack of evidence for something means it’s unlike there is anything. I wish he would grasp that.

Instead we do, like yesterday, spend an hour discussing this silliness. And he gets support from his parents when we do.


George the cat has been very interested in the goings on at one of the neighbours. He wants to go out there all the time. What is going on is that their female cat is making noises which are something out of this world.

Of course, George has been snipped, so he is confused about what he should actually do if he did meet the female cat there. The neighbours have, wisely, decided that it’s a bad time for the cat to go outside.

Yesterday he sat up on the fence, and gave us this look of “Ok, what the hell am I supposed to do now?” when the demon calls from inside that house started again. It was so funny.