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[llywela]

Took Small to the High School Musical stageshow at the Millennium Centre last night. She had an absolute blast, and I learned that I know almost every song by heart (she plays them a lot) but none of the plot (having never actually sat and watched it through).

But then I took her home to find that her little hamster Buddy had died during the evening. He was almost three years old, which is very elderly for a hamster, so we've been expecting this for some time: he had been quite poorly and distressed last weekend, and we thought he would go then. But he rallied and recovered and was his usual perky self again just yesterday morning, chasing the dog around the house in his ball. He died in his sleep in the end, all curled up and cosy, which is the absolute best way to go. Still, Small is absolutely distraught, of course - she absolutely adored him, and never lost interest, even after having the dog.

He was a dear little thing: a real character, and ever so good natured. RIP, Buddy - you will be missed.


And then I woke up at 4 this morning with a crashing headache. Paracetamol has helped, but still - work isn't going to be much fun. Bah.