Two cats on cat...

Woke up with aches and pains, snuffles and a tickly cough.  Like all men, I fought hard and repelled the effects with tea and toast and attention.  Today's trip to Durham was cancelled and I stayed in the office scanning some old USA negatives.

This pic is of a cat.  (You may have guessed that).  It's sitting on a Jaguar (cat) with another cat (hood ornament) in a scrapyard in Hickory, North Carolina.  I could've shown a pic of the image on the computer screen - all a bit pointless when I had the scan on the desktop.  So I've used the real thing, regardless of rules it's still what I did today.

By 3pm the Triplemanflu bug had beaten me so I lay on the settee and burned up while watching some crappy monster cartoon film until I dozed off (passed out from the bug).  I watch anything without adverts in when I'm dozing because the buggers on all the commercial stations turn up the volume when the ads come on.  It shouldn't be allowed.

By 5pm I was feeling a little better.  Willpower, that's all it takes.  Something I keep telling MrsDB when she tops up her gin glass.  Actually I haven't had a drink since Sunday, do you think that's what's made me weak and attractive to bugs?