a cat called Gobby

because she has a loud voice and uses it quite a lot. Gobby adopted my daughter just after Trev died, coming and keeping her company as she sat in the garden smoking. It turns out that Gobby comes from a few doors down and had disappeared after they brought home a couple of kittens. However, I know cats sense a need in humans and she has certainly been a boon to my daughter, keeping her company in the evenings when she comes in from work. She now officially belongs to my daughter as the previous human brought the papers along the other day.

And then this morning, I had a phone call to say my mother has died. So, our trip to Bridlington has been cancelled and we are sitting waiting to hear news re funeral etc.