Romy cat

This morning we had a brilliant couple of sessions of Campfire Cooking at MBS. Great students who love getting stuck in to the practical stuff and don't turn their nose up at any food. They're the dream. Back to the office to show Ellie how to do some of the stuff that she'll have to be doing after I leave in December. Things like this would have made me feel really sad a term or two ago but my lack of emotional is probably a good signal that now is definitely time to move on. 

I headed over to Ali's for dinner tonight. Confusingly, her cat is called Romy which is also the name of her business. And also the name I used for Ali before I started calling her by her actual name. In summary, there are a lot of Romys going on. Romy (cat) reminds me of an old cat we used to have called Buster, who, if my memory serves me correctly, was a bit of a mardy bum but dribbled with contentment when happy.

PS. No weather chat today. You're welcome.