I came in from swimming tonight to find our youngest in floods of tears. We hadn’t seen our cat, Tabby, for a few days – this is not particularly unusual as she often goes walkabouts. Anyhow, she’d arrived home this evening with an injured paw, starving hungry and looking very sorry for herself. A call to a friend who’s a vet reassured our youngest enough to go to bed and it looks like I’ve got a trip to the vet in the morning. I’m supposed to be going into the museum tomorrow to sort out some of my accumulated samples, but that might have to be delayed a while.
Last week’s Big Brother experience with one of our larger multinationals has temporarily dampened my enthusiasm for blogging about work; I expect I’ll get over it soon! I think a post about the ups and downs of self-employment might be called for.