Happy--

Ouch. Immediate cramp in the left calf this morning--birthday--"The heating's making a funny noise," says M leaping (-ish!) out of bed in order to discover the spurting valve that needed fixing--to--We broke our record and totalled a nit comb in less than one use--me!

But the day's looking up. I took my new, cutesy, white fake fur* handbag (which was my early birthday present to me) into town, did a few errands and bought salmon and ingredients for trifle (I really don't feel like a cake, but trifle, that's another matter).

I have cards--with cats--and emails--with cats. If not felicity, we're striving for felinity.

And it looks as if the plan to decamp to somewhere more interesting, and not too distant, for Xmas might happen. Now to check if Sutton Hoo's still available.

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* Bag to be kept out of Biggle's way, since it probably falls into the broad category of white soft toy and is therefore liable to be um... mounted. The tally thus far is one white teddy bear with a suspiciously nipped neck and fur missing err... elsewhere, one white soft kitten in a similar condition and at least one attempt on a pale pink ball of yarn.