Socked-up

Got a bit of a fever, so I'm cold - when no-one else is. Hence gi pants and socks.

Nothing else today. It's been bad. Our cat of thirteen years, Charlie, was euthanised this morning. She was totally off her food, and our house-sitter took her to the vet - who diagnosed lymphoma.

We're all quite wrecked.

It's all too fast.