Someone Has Moved House…

… So I made a little card.

I gave up on crocodile stitch (which would have made something nice, I’m sure).

And I had a long chat with the Eldest Elderly, who has returned from the very Brink, and is wondering how his parents are. (I’ve reassured that they’re fine, it seemed the best course of action).
Not only cats have nine lives I think.

I’ve nothing further to report this evening.