Scaredy cats

We decided to go to the airport to pick up S's mislaid glasses today, and turn it into a bit of an outing to make the hour and a half round trip worthwhile. So after the airport we did a bit of fresh food shopping in Grand Frais and then went to Franck Putelat's Brasserie à 4 Temps for lunch. We have gone off his 2-star place -- the prices went up, the quality didn't -- and this place is better value with a no-choice 3-course lunch for 25 euros. It's not very exciting, but it's classic French food well prepared. The service was a bit offhand though -- the waiter turned to talk to someone else while putting our îles flottantes on the table, resulting in swirling pools of crème anglaise.

The SPA refuge was a short detour on the way home. We told them our requirements and one of the volunteers took us on a tour of the cattery. She couldn't find any kittens, although she thought they had some somewhere, and certainly will have loads in a few weeks. As we returned to the office to fill in some forms, a woman drew up in a car and extracted a cage with five kittens in it from the boot (blip). What timing! She'd trapped them, but not their crafty feral mum (they are old enough to eat on their own). They are dirty and frightened, but it surely seems like fate for us to adopt one of them. We have to wait a couple of weeks while they check them out, work out which are boys and which are girls, take them to the vet etc. Then we'll be back ...

Blipping early while considering retiring to bed, as S has passed on a stinking cold to me. I definitely won't be going to gym this evening.