Late Afternoon Marktkirche

So I went to bed at a normal time last night, feeling ever so slightly dead-tired. I was really looking forward to sleeping through until 8 or so.

I got the 8 bit right. Sadly it was 8 minutes past 4 and not 4 minutes past 8. It was a day for cats to sing the Song of Their People. And for me to swear the Swearies Of Mine.

Feeding didn't work (this is all about the cats now and not me), being let out on the terrace didn't work, stroking and petting didn't work. Nothing did. Consequently, it is now just after 4 in the afternoon and I am exhausted.

I would go and lie down, but I think that would just tempt them to start howling for dinner.