All Quiet On the Home Front

Very quiet all day yesterday. TB was neither seen nor heard (For which more than just Myself are enormously grateful.) CM stayed in its much-too-large-for-1-mog conservatory and I passed a delightful morning under Her duvet leaving white hair all over the new dark brown sheets.

In the afternoon went for a stroll and watched the fishes in the pond. Shall have to try one of them sometime - Senior fish pouches are utterly gross (apart from the jelly) and I am quite sure the Real Thing would taste rather nicer. Must work out a way to bring it within reach. Maybe if I dabble my whiskers in the water it will think I am a large fly and act accordingly.