The tiger who came to market

Quiet ( bad for sales) day at the market, livened up at the end by a visit from a ginger cat, who dived straight into the catnip on the Cats Protection stall.

S, who has the record stall, reckons she is well known in the streets of central Stroud. Her name tag says she is called Peaches. I got her to look up and pose for me by calling her name. Pic in extras: Peaches with the more expensive catnip. I don't think I like the name Peaches for a cat. Poor Peaches Geldof had a tragic end, like her mother Paula Yates;  maybe that's why I'm averse to it.

More wardrobing and taking up trousers and doing three hundred loads of washing, and packing when I got home, because tomorrow I'm off on a weekend break. I know, I know, life is just one long holiday.