Mad Cat

He comes and sits on my lap with his back to me and then has to lean soooo far back to get my attention.

Worky work was surprisingly tiring. Then a swim, which was also quite tiring, not improved by The Missing Glove (all Ben's fault). I can confirm that it is much too bloody cold to swim without gloves.

Then I burnt my tongue on Philippa's delicious and graciously provided hot chocolate. All in all I think I just need to go to bed early.