Plane-leaf Moon

A dreich, dreich day in the capital.

Whisky tried to ensure that I slept in this morning by making himself comfy on my head and purring in the most contented way. Unfortunately, duty called and I struggled out from the tangle of duvet and cat-paw massage pads for the daily grind. At least it's only one week before I hang up my red and blue pens for Christmas. However, the office almost ran out of Christmas treats, on a Monday, on the last week of term. Standards are slipping.