Not so, lice!

Mr Kipling's back has been sensitive for a wee while and I spied some running lice on him this afternoon. This meant Operation Bath. He doesn't like it, but he's well bribed with basil and he tolerated the hairdryer afterwards. He snuggled into my jumper and peed on my jeans, which is his way of saying "Thank you" (so I like to think).

I'm working on a fab project about one of my favourite authors and I'm thoroughly enjoying it. The only problem is that I want to read all his books again. I should really start some of the ones I have of his that I haven't read yet, but the old favourites keep pulling me back. There are not enough hours to read all these wonderful books for the nth time! Yet, I probably will find the time.