The waiting game

While Fred played Age of Empires (because some people are still on holiday) and I copy-edited a piece about dinosaurs, Whisky waited it out on his cushion. He hasn't jumped in the basket since yesterday. The cushion is nearer his food slaves (we don't go near the ironing basket unless in emergencies).

There was a bit of drama earlier in the day when fire engines zoomed up the street and cordoned off the junction almost opposite our flat. Part of a roof had blown off a house and onto two parked cars. Luckily, no one was injured. There must have been freak gusts of wind on the hill. I noticed that the scooters parked near the flat had toppled over, too. The debris of the roof was cleared in a jiffy, but I pity the poor soul who has to deal with a roof repair.

The dinosaurs saw me through the afternoon and now it's the weekend. Hooray!