The mountains of coronation biscuit tins in the supermarket aisles have suddenly gone. The lady at the check-out says that there has been a last minute surge of interest in this weekends events. All that is left on the coronation shelves are some red, white and blue freezer bags.
Usually Sophie is up before me but the sound of the wind howling around the chimneys has put her in full on 'cozy' mood. This morning she's curled up in her bed and dreaming about chasing squirrels. Every so often she quivers and emits a small squeak.