Frustration

Once more I can fall back on a cat if I have no blip! I'm still counting this as an EBCB*, as he's mostly black.

I don't want Matisse to get bored, so I unwrapped a new toy for him this evening. He thought it was fascinating at first, but got rather frustrated by the fact that he couldn't extract the balls! You're supposed to scatter catnip into it (supplied) but I decided he was mad enough without added weed.

I had a lone swim this morning; the water temperature has dropped by 5C since yesterday, and there were no other takers. Community Sunday lunch was salad followed by roast chicken and chips. Sue's friend G is here for the summer with her husband C, and they introduced us to the British couple who have bought D and M's house, and are here for the first time. Add Scots J and A, and that makes eight anglophones at one table. It was good to meet them, but we felt a bit uncomfortable at being in a Brit ghetto -- we will try to avoid it next time!

* Emergency Black Cat Blip