Lost & Found

The "Lost" is my voice, because I've now developed laryngitis on top of everything else! I sound like a cross between someone on laughing gas and a teenage boy whose voice is breaking, so best to keep quiet or whisper:)

The "Found" is this sweet little clump of cyclamen still going strong since the first time I blipped them. It's almost the only colour left in the garden that's not golden leaves or red berries, so was very welcome.

A rather strange thing happened last night. I didn't sleep well from all the coughing etc, so got up at 3 am and came into the lounge so as not to disturb my husband. Simba, the cat, came with me and lay on the floor beside me, as he usually does.

I was stretched out on the settee and was just debating whether to get up and get a rug to cover my legs, when he jumped up and arranged himself over my legs like a blanket and then went back to sleep. He's never, ever done that before, so how did he know that was just what I needed?