Tuesday

Some mild concern for Madam Dotty overnight.

We went to bed with her limping.

…limping all the way out of the cat flat and doing her usual Dotty disappearing act.

Oh dear.

Madam Dotty is a worry.

Sunrise at 4:30 saw the sight of Dotty sitting on the chest of drawers in the bedroom. It may be a limp, but she’s still got some kick.

Anna buggered off to S Ldn and I had a heavy day of work shifts with few breaks. A trip to the vets would have been tricky.

I decided to monitor the situation.

Breakfast saw the delight of the first strawberry and raspberry harvest for the Bran Flakes.

They were tasty. Very, very tasty.

I managed the briefest of brief swims.

There was singing coming from one of the shower cubicles as I approached the pool.

I had already showered, but wasn’t taking any second chances. I disappeared once again into a cubicle so as to avoid West Ham Wanker, once his serenading had finished.

He was serenading himself.

Tuesday afternoon was taken up with a series of work crisis simulation events. I am always impressed with the level of creativity that goes into setting up these sessions.

Dotty and Daisy slept through all this.

Some online family photos came my way late in the afternoon. I haven’t seen most of these. I am a little unsure as to who everyone is.

It’s all part of a *hush hush* family project.

Dotty then decided to get up. She is almost in her moody teenager phase.

I took great pity on her as she limped outside.

She returned a few minutes later with a half dead Mr Frog in her mouth.

Naughty Dotty.

She’ll be OK.

I think…

And then the rest of Tuesday was lost in @surreycricket and BOOZE.

Chin chin.

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