Not a cat

At lunch today, I remarked to Mr B that the young dove pecking around in the garden should watch out for next door’s new (hungry) cat. An hour later he met his end.

Much work, then a quick dash into town for shopping, including more books then I needed.

Later, TV with Mr B while TallGirl DnD’d, then a bit of Downton with chocolate and rather later to bed than we ought to have been. Trip to the big city tomorrow.