En route for Sundridge

A weekend by myself: how will I cope.

Mrs. Ottawacker and Ottawacker Jr. are driving up to Sundridge to see her dad for the weekend and I, bereft and sullen, am to remain and look after the cats. 

Well, I have work to do as well, but that doesn't quite sound as miserable.

As I came down this morning, I found Ottawacker Jr. had not only packed two cases for his two-night trip, he had also neatly stacked the sleeping bag and sheepskin rug. He's a wise boy. Sleeping at Vagn's is always an adventure: best come prepared.