Eye, eye....

Or rather just, eye. (Apologies to those who think this is a bit gruesome).
This three year old cat went missing for four days last week and came home with a pierced eyeball! (Apparently it was a gorse spike).Needless to say she had to have it removed. She's making a good recovery. Her name is Minion, but my friend, Maureen her owner, calls her Meep.   
Maureen and I had a cuppa late morning and swapped news, as you do.
Before that I'd been to M & S to return a jumper, collected Charlottes birthday cookie and been to the dentist. This afternoon I've made 48 mince pies - so my list had reduced dramatically in the past 48 hours and I'm feeling pleased with myself - time for a snowball!