Poppy again

When we arrived at our Spanish lesson, Poppy was in her little house.  She miaowed loudly at us, and M, when she came to the door, brought her into the house.  Poppy is showing evidence of feline dementia.  She is currently nervous of everyone and everything, runs out of the house through the cat flap at the slightest disturbance, but then she will sit in her house and shiver, rather than finding her way back into the house through the cat flap.

Our Spanish lesson went well - we are starting to make small, rudimentary sentences about our names, ages and jobs.  We get on really well with our Spanish teacher, who understands, appreciates, and reciprocates W's warped sense of humour.

In other news, once back from the lesson, W has slogged away in the shed, and the insulation is almost all fixed.  All ready for the delivery of boarding for the inside wall tomorrow.