Monty at Christmas

Now the oldest moggy on the block, he is more than happy to sleep his life away provided he can find somewhere unusual to park his bum. For the last four days he has slept in one of my tool bags, originally full of sharp implements until I emptied it out so that he could curl up in comfort. Tonight he took up station under the Christmas tree, where he looked equally at home.

Work was routine although I did enjoy our monthly meeting with our clinical leads as I got to ask questions about Peppa Pig’s misuse of health services and whether we were going to introduce Pimp My Zimmer locally.

Poor TSM has a rotten cold...