Goosebumps

are called Gänsehaut here. That was the thought that crossed my mind as I looked at this plant.

A day where Moot got the OK from the vet and promptly scared us to death (the vet did his special make-him-pee thing and he didn't, he peed in his carry case on the way home). He seems to be better now. He has eaten his dinner and is grooming himself. He is not in pain or stressed, this is a Very Good Thing.

Other news is I have an interview. The timing is rubbish - 5pm on Friday, but I'm genuinely looking forward to it. I would like a job quite a lot.