The heatwave in Belfast allowed me to catch up with a mountain of laundry. When making the bed up in the attic, I opened the window and guess who was ready to step in? My feline Nemesis, let’s call him Torts. He got short shrift and exited rapidly.
It’s my youngest son’s graduation tomorrow and we are looking forward to celebrating his achievements. He had glandular fever whilst revising and sitting his final exams, but did not let that get him down.
Whilst we are away the miscreant is under strict instructions not to let cats, dogs or strangers of any species into the house. As usual, he will be taking good care of his granny (with the help of his uncle and family).
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