Small package

Last night's minor exertions were still enough to bring on flu of man-sized proportions today - ie actually just one of those all-over-body colds. Bad enough to stop me leaving the house, though.

After wondering what to blip, I decided to throw my cynicism aside, raid the back-up blip pantry and snap one of my favourite things in the world, ever: Whamma T Cat. Or Wigwam. Or Jim Jam. Or Mrs Wigglesworth. Among other names we have for her.

As I mentioned in response to Sara's heartbreaking blip of her kitty, Nap, yesterday, we are growing more and more conscious of Whamma's age. It's making me appreciate her even more.

Big Bam (there's another one)