Rat noir

The director threatened to leave the set tonight. I think it might have been because I didn't have any new pictures of Emma for him, or maybe there was a touch of fear that there is a rival for the limelight.

I tempted him back in with a bottle of Deuchars and some crisps.
Thanks to Wingpig for reminding me of the rodent that had slipped my mind, replaced by a far more beautiful little thing.

(I'm sorry that the rat's wedding tackle seem to be apparent in his shadow, I don't know where that came from - he doesn't have any)

Emma and Mum went home today. I think she was looking forward to her first night in her proper home. She will be back here as soon as I can see her.