Mrs Pepperpot and the cat

Three drops of one of my new drugs and I'm out. Result, I overslept far too late, which was good in a way, but then I was late to meet Kirsty for coffee and then was in a grump afterwards because it took me so long to get home. Apart from that, a Mallorquin style exchange of services with the local seamstress has renewed my little business idea (very little) and I bored everyone with my new game for the two minutes they could stand it.

Roast chicken etc. delayed from yesterday filled the house with what must be one of the best smells ever. We had a jolly family meal after the boys had come back from footie and done their homework. Inevitably they were late in bed, but they only have to last until Wednesday.

We have a 'compact but bijoux' kitchen as you can see. It's a good job Mrs Pepperpot had shrunk to her smaller size.