Oh no, it's almost my birthday - cold dread creeps up my spine.

Hello all, well it’s a bit late but Happy New Year to everybody. Things are all very normal over here once again, Vanessa is back at work (working too hard) and yesterday I had to get rid of the cat that I rescued.
Did I mention that cat? Not too sure if I did, well a couple of weeks back I had the joyous time of walking past a storm drain which was meowing. Needless to say a meowing drain proved of great interest to me, cos they normally just burble and stink. Well this one had a very sweet kitten stuck at the bottom of it. Thus she was rescued, then spent the next few days shredding our apartment in a fit of kittenish happiness. Over Christmas she was looked after by a friend of ours, and yesterday I had to put her up for adoption – not only for the shredding house thing, but also the poo smell (not great in a flat), the fact it’s not fair she couldn’t go out and play (for fear of taking a 20 metre nosedive to the concrete floor below) and that Vanessa is allergic to cats (and cat poo smell).
So, that was the high point of the week – the low point comes tomorrow, when I find out that I am officially 2 years away from being 30, and thus practically dead already. Deep joy.
I am already geared up for mum and dads visit in a few weeks, got a right corking little trip round Malaysia planned, so it should all be jolly fab.
On another note, I got a call yesterday with some fabulous, but weird news. It seems that the Grand-daughter of Sybil (my film subject, one of the 4 ladies that dad tried to trace) is coming to Ipoh tomorrow, so I get to go meet her on Thursday and then ask crap loads of questions. Jolly surreal, but I’m actually quite excited. I’m just wondering how you say “hi, you don’t know me but I’ve been doing a documentary about your gran, and I know more than is healthy about your entire family, and by the way my parents have been trying to track you down but never got anywhere – in fact I even know your birthday, oh and can you just let me know how your mother died cos I’m ever so interested” without sounding like a weird stalker and making her run a long long way, shortly before putting a restraining order on me. I don’t really know, as it’s a rather new situation for me. Hmmmm, they don’t teach you this sort of social etiquette in school do they.