Lunchtime at the cat cafe

We have a picnic bench at work ( I requested it, in response to a workplace survey). At lunchtime I was joined by a ginger cat that we nickname Beeches (not to be confused with the town centre’s other ginger cat, Peaches). Beeches lives near the practice, I believe, and was very insistently saying hello to me, with lots of cheek-rubbing. There was nothing in my lunch bag of any interest to a cat, though.

My final meeting of the day was at the shopping centre, for coffee with a gentleman who recently decided that he was fed up of being bedbound and housebound, and bought himself an electric wheelchair with two batteries attached, and is now zooming around town, despite the formidable hills. I had printed out some travel timetables for him and compiled some info, so we discussed where to go, and I gave him a bit of an update on the post-pandemic townscape of Stroud.

Walked home, and immediately got under the shower, because the weather had turned so humid! Noe sorting out some stuff in the homestead, again.