After truly foul weather over the weekend Monday morning dawns bright and fair(ish). More foul weather is forecast for later in the day so we'll make the most of the blue skies while they're here. The Old Farmer is up early filling a bowl with cream. He places it carefully by the iron railings on his balcony. Within seconds half a dozen of the village C-A-T-S are leaping up the stairs towards him. After Sophie's discovery of the 'rodent' we are more than happy for The Old Farmer to maintain a large feline coterie . In fact, the larger the better. Sophie, it can be assumed, does not share this view.
The mega smart Los Angeleans are on the phone it six . It's nine pm their time. We discuss the usual litany of issues but with Kazakhstan added to the mix. Sophie sits patiently by my desk but makes it abundantly clear that she's like to get her morning walk started. She fidgets, quietly , but not that quietly.