It's What They do

When G goes away, the cats always come to me and requirement number 1 is always that my trousers are on the floor.  They take turns.  It's very odd.

Sunday has been a low key day.  

I went to the bakery this morning and I've never seen a queue like it.  No joke.  I was there 15 minutes before the next bus but I missed it by about 15 minutes.  The queue was so long.  And I have the feeling that people were buying a lot more.  Panic spreads.