Home... Alone?

The humans, bar me, are off. But I've cats and hens, and need to remember to feed the fish.

M and T being away makes the end of the week "woohoo!" a little more muted than it might be. Still: Little is home and much perked up; M has a new job (after 3 slightly stressful weeks of negotiations [nowhere near as bad as almost the entirety of last summer with similar shenanigans]); I've things to do, people to see; and, whilst there are other worries, they can be put to one side for a bit.

Oh, and the job change and the other clouds on the horizon have buggered any plans we had started to make for the summer holidays.

I just need to shop for food and milk--and expensive tins of catfood for the ravenous white cat.