Tiffany sittting on the outdoor bin.

Paul brought home a new indoor kitchen bin this evening as the old one needed to be put out after many years. It served in a good way and got broken.
As I was watering the back garden plants, I suddenly discovered Tiffany cleaning himself, sat happily on the out door bin.
It was much pleasanter by then, and cool.
I was a little worried, as it is not the cleanest bin in the world, but the dear soul, being hungry, followed me in and I fed him his evening meal.
It has been a sweaty and solitary day, with just the dear cats for company.
It suits me as I enjoy knitting and reading in peace.