05 octubre
Well i suppose id best write something or i'll appear iliterate, or summat. Its Sunday, and following an extremely early start, we rose, I made a fire ( first of the year), and settled down to read the daily papers. The cats settled,contentedly purring in front of the fire. I began to yearn for a traditional Sunday... big roast dinner and all, a rare thing, as we hardly ever bothered having Sunday lunch. I suppose the day could be described as non eventful, quiet and peaceful, punctuated only by the plaintive,insistant requests to be fed , emanating from our very well fed yet always peckish cats.
Herramientas 
