I love my Saturdays after lunch. Singing to Smooth radio at the top of my voice. Badly. Nobody can hear. I'm not sure if it was mist or low cloud, but it was very grey. Even the kittens were grey.

Todays bizarre conversation...
Me: I've just put HRH on the car insurance for when we're away.
Mam: Oh no is she ill?
Me: What?
Mam: The catarrh cure. Is she ill?

It's getting stranger., but we laughed.