Checking In

Crikey, it's cold, brrr. It's dark (most of the day). What to do but cuddle up and get cosy? Mummy has got my heated pad out and plugged it in. It's under the cover of my cushion. Golly, it's warming me up a treat but it makes me sleepy!

What a change from the weekend when it was lovely and sunny and when Mummy left me again to go to something she calls a "flea market". She brought me back these old fake flowers and put them in a jug near my cushion-bed. Still, I suppose it's not a bad exchange for my fleas?

Vorey Puss has taken up residence this week on the armchair.

Mummy says to tell you she is still beyond excited at her find in Lewes the other weekend which is these old books. What is it with her and old scruffy-looking things?

She wanted to do a proper blog post about them but the photos were rubbish as it's so dark all day and they "don't do justice" to the old books. Hey, one has a black cat on. Is it Vorey?

Today, she's been fiddling round with bits of wire Daddy gave to her and bits of coloured fluffy fabric stuff called felt and looking at pictures and diagrams in those old books. Why she finds this so marvellous beats me.

She says she'll show you soon but is very time-poor at the moment (and sunlight-poor). She kept muttering on something like "how am I meant to work in these conditions?"

We're only keeping her company.