Ah, clearly the tabby cat that I befriended over the summer, who has been entirely absent since our return from holiday a few weeks ago, has moved on to your place.

Cats. Bloody neighbouring cats who come into my house through the open doors during the summer and into my garage via the now-broken cat-flap in the garage (thank you neighbouring cat - whichever one it was). Cats.

The road that you were on in India sounds rather like those in Cameroon - only the chauffeur knew each and every pot-hole and mostly managed to avoid them. It was a trip in northern Cameroon in a jeep with no air-con or suspension that did my arse in.

did they do a child sized one? my babysquirrels and all their furry friends dont seem to be able to know how to use a door properly. i like your blog :)

Hello all,

and hello Kate. I like your comment. My children learned doors eventually. I'm currently working on getting Jake to suss out sofas.

Hg: you can have it back now, mkay?

Zed: my road was bad all the time but my backside escaped. It was just the sheer Alton Towers ness of it. Plus a little excess form the night before. I don't recommend goat's shin, or too much Indian wine.

married 16 years and still going to school? that can't be good.

Oh Sal!

Fish cuisine advice, and now careers. (Trust you to know about vertical barbies.)

May the force be with you.