CAT ON A HOT TIN ROOF

Black and white puss from down the road was sitting on a car, watching something in the trees fairly early this morning. He didn't stay there for long though and I haven't seen him since. It hasn't been a day for wearing a thick, black fur coat outdoors.

As I write this, my choir is giving a concert in the village hall where we practice. I knew my voice wouldn't be up to it and I was under-rehearsed so I cried off yesterday but I can't imagine how they're managing in their long black polyester dresses, or indeed whether there'll be any audience.