Nook

Juno has started to favour a part of the couch where Fred's cycling jacket usually sits. I don't think the cat wants to take up cycling.

It's been blowing a hoolie all today, making a lunchtime meander all the more nerve-wracking around any scaffolding. No damage occurred. The first two cafes Tommy and I tried were shut or full so we ended up with a sandwich in the crypt of St Martin's, which was pleasant enough. We enjoyed a fine blether.

Rory's been moved to another part of the hospital but still has his own room. He's not had a great night's sleep (and neither has Mum, who's staying there thanks to the kind staff on the ward) and there's not much improvement. However, he managed to talk to me on the phone, which is something he couldn't do yesterday because his throat was so sore. He seems in good spirits despite everything.