The Perfect Antidote

This morning the cats had a total diarrhoea disaster. I think it had something to do with the dead bird and all the feathers Archie had kindly brought into the kitchen for me. Despite my best efforts to clean, all I've been able to smell is cat shit all day, until I walked down the garden past the viburnam on the right, with a glass of cider in my hand tonight. The perfect antidote to a really shitty day.