Cold

Another early wake up call from our little feline friends, I’m sure they spend the night planning how to wake us; this can involve dive bombing, tunnelling and leaping onto the bed, swinging from the wardrobe door, flying up onto the shelves -or not - depending on where they land, usually the thump tells us they didn’t and all the time squealing, squawking and crying ‘foul’. To them ‘it’s get up and feed me’ time, to me it’s 6.00 am. It’s when one little cheeky fellow finds the cup of water, paw goes in and cups tips over that I give in.

The ’little divils’ as John calls them are the youngesters, the three older cats are too sophisticated to play with these scallywags. I’d forgotten what a joy young cats are to watch even at that time of the day.

It started to snow about 7.00 turning to sleet then rain until 1.00 ish, mist covered the mountains all day.

Last night we ventured into the bar across the road to watch the first Moto GP race of the season, the place was busy and noisy, a great atmosphere. We had a few glasses of Prosecco and with it came nibbles and later a plate of tasty spaghetti. Most enjoyable in a strange way, we hardly know a word of Italian let alone understand it. The race was good and luckily an Italian rider finished first on a Ducati. We were all pleased, I didn’t get the feeling they were great Rossi fans though.