The cat's whiskers
Well the rug is finished and, though I say it myself, it looks grand (as Wallace would say). You can see it in my blipfolio.
Eggy eschewed it last night, preferring to lie down beside it. Then he spend the night on my clothes. This money he started off in the sun over a radiator, as pictured here. Later in the morning he moved out into the garden! Thereby getting double-blipped!
By the way, for anyone frustrated by my reference to 1977 yesterday, the best April Fool's joke of all time (in my humble opinion) was The Guardian's supplement on San Serriffe that year.