This is not a cat blip....

.....part 2.

Woken at 4am by the cat jumping for, and missing, the open hatch of the attic......catastrophic crashing and yowling had the whole house rushing to the corridor to find him complaining about the rough landing....don't you just hate cats?

Thence Nancy woke to a sense that all was not well down in the digestive department, and she leapt from the bed disappearing into the toilet for 20mins....a bad prawn is the suspected culprit of an enforced day lying on the sofa and not venturing far from the toilet.

The sun was out early evening and I'm now taking on that rust red skin colour I adopt when I've exposed bare flesh to the Scottish sun for more than 15mins.

Ullapool steak pie, mash and onion gravy washed down with a can of Deuchars IPA for tea....champion.