Cooper

He's not my cat, but more and more, he is spending time in our front doorstep. I have been known to fall out the door as I realise Im about to step on him. He trots through the house and out the back door to save himself from having to walk the length of the street to find a gap through the houses. He could sit on his owners windowsill and attract their attention like most cats I have known. Instead, he makes a silent protest with us.

Later, my trip to the physio confirmed fairly bad achillies tendonitis. Manipulation, ultrasound, kinetic tape, the length of my calf, exercises, and a lot of pain later. I have to plunge my leg into a bucket of very cold water several times a day and walk for no more than 10 minutes at a time. I also have to wear decent footwear and no slip-on sandals. Pah!

Driving home, I was consoled by the thought of my pork burger for tea. A beef burger is something I miss, but I've found a nice pork substitute. The man was cooking them, beef for him, pork for me.. He eats so fast. By the time I was ready to take my first bite, he had all but demolished what he thought was his beefburger. Turns out he had eaten the pork burger....mine!

I had egg and chips for tea and fumed quietly nursing my sore leg and pathetic disappointment.