Mrs Grey Cat was successfully wormed. This took two humans, three goes, and a great deal of swearing, mostly but not all feline. Her capacity to spit out pills is not unlike that of a Maxim gun; at the third attempt I gripped her round the muzzle (the Northern Professor was controlling the FEET to say nothing of the writhing torso) till she was forced to swallow. Miss Dog was surprisingly good at the vet’s and both canines swallowed their own worm pills, gullible little creatures that they are — it helps that Drontal have chicken-flavoured ones for dogs so that they are (just) mistakable for e-number laden synthetic dog treats.
Meanwhile in another part of the empire; the latest fiction, which has just come out in the US, was featured on an mindless ‘what’s new, what’s hot’ email equivalent of a daily paper aimed at girls about town. The said work has been reviewed by every broadsheet in Britain, all but one of whom have liked it quite a lot, to little visible effect as far as sales are concerned. Being featured on Candy.com or whatever it is called took me from (yesterday), no. 357,878 on Amazon.com’s rating to, today, 407. Tomorrow the book will be back to 400,000 doubtless — but my moment of glory is a sobering reminder of the way that real buying and selling power is shifting to the Web. Thousands of well-crafted words by intelligent people have now been written about this book, but 250 from Bubblegum/American Pie have actually done something. I don’t know if I find this interesting or depressing. A bit of both, really.