Cats

It was cold. It was wet. It was windy. It was muddy. The puddles were as deep as Loch Ness. 

But Saturday means Parkrun. I turned up. I started. I finished. The only bit I enjoyed was the finish line. 

I opted for the Lochore Meadows course this week expecting it to be a bit sheltered from the north wind. It was... in places. 

I abandoned all ideas about going to watch football this afternoon, not wanting to get cold and wet again. Instead I went to the library to drop off a book and borrow another. 

It was also an opportunity for a coffee and cake in the Cafe Wemyss where - not surprisingly - they display some of the local museum's collection of locally made Wemyss Ware. 

I like the cats. If someone gave me one as a present I would be happy, but I would not spend my own money on one. Anyway, I do not have any pets to Blip on a shi**y horrible day like this, so a porcelain cat will have to do.