Oh, Grandson is such a joy in this sad stage in my life. He beams his way through his days. And one so seldom sees stripey trousers worn with such panache.
Daughter 2 came on an unscheduled visit to see my mother in hospital (and the other offspring went to visit too, yesterday). It was lovely to see her but then it's so horrible when she goes again. The cats were pleased with her visit also.
But the weekend was very wet indeed. This is the southern end of Cassie. She sat for some time like this, her head out of the catflap, as she considered going outside into the rain. A bit like Pooh in Rabbit's hole, when he'd overeaten and got stuck.
Mum is really not well and is intermittently quite confused. Thank goodness for Grandson and his giggles.