Milo

Poor Kitty. She has been having what we suspect are small fits recently. Not the sort of thing you would notice unless you were really looking out for them, or you were married to a vet nurse. We have started step one of many: blood tests. The results came back pretty good which is good and bad. Good because there really wasn't anything to worry about, bad because we still have to find out why she is having suspected fits. Next step is the specialist...it starts to get expensive from here. Not that I really care. As long as Milo isn't in any distress, it is worth pursuing.

First day at my new job today. It was good. I am quietly confident that I can do what is going to be asked of me. I was however late this morning. I badly underestimated the traffic. 50 minutes to get to work on a journey that should take no more than 20. The train option is looking pretty good at the moment. I might let myself settle in first though.