Smokey Cat.

My day was really busy today, reviewing reports and proof-reading for a colleague. When it got to 5pm I was out of the office like a shot, and home to make a nice dinner for M. We had Morroccan spiced chicken with roasted butternut squash and tomatoes, served with cucumber and mint raita. When M arrived it was just about ready, so we ate early and managed to head out to the gym at 7.30. M hadn't been to my gym before, but is now thinking of joining, so I think I can count that as a success.

Home to do something with my frizzy, curly hair before we go away for the weekend in Inverness. It seems ridiculous to straighten it before spending a weekend outdoors, but it makes it much easier to deal with when I'm able to run a brush through it without my curls eating up the brush and the tangles making my eyes water!

Just a quick indoor Blip tonight from M's Mum and Dad's; this is Smokey the cat (previously immortalised here) in his favourite spot on the sofa. At 19 years old, I reckon it's probably acceptable for him to spend 99.9% of his life on this sofa, meowing grumpily if anyone comes in and sits on the sofa with him. Go large for his ear-hairs.