Once again I am writing to you in haste whilst Mark is in the shower.
The haste is not being helped along by the tiresome detail that I have got a cat on my knee. She is very interested in the computer and is trying to help me type.
The cat is not Guffy, because we have not yet gone back home. We have returned to Lucy’s to make sure that her cats are surviving, which they are.
I have been trying to type around a large, furry creature on the keyboard for the last ten minutes, and now Mark has returned. I am really sorry, it is just too late to carry on, you will have to read the newspaper with your breakfast this morning. Somehow the day seems to have rushed away from me, and disappeared, like a cat when you are trying to give it a bath.
I will try and do better tomorrow…
