Something About The Terrace

All three cats like a roll about on the terrace. 

Chaiyya - bless her little white belly - is rubbish at it.  She throws herself on the ground and you can hear the CLUNK when her head hits the ground.  It's always the same.  It must be linked to her neurological problems but it is still unpleasant to hear.

The rest of my day can FRO.  It was nice to work together with colleagues but we are trying to work through an IBM forest where they deny the existence of trees.