Misha

I went out to our front garden to get a picture of one of the planes landing at Luton Airport. They normally come past in a procession with a plane every two or three minutes. I sat there waiting and nothing. No sign of a jet for at least half an hour. The wind must have changed and they have switched flight paths. So instead, ladies and gentlemen, you can have a lovely picture of Misha, the grumpy cat next door peering at me from next door’s roof.