Mr K on New Year's Day

The pets are all pleased to be back in the normal routine of having human slaves at their beck and call.

Mr Kipling needs to sort his parting out - the white stripe has been interrupted by some red hair. He probably needs a slave to help him. Either way, it's not going to disturb is constant grazing.

I spent New Year's Day behind the computer and back to work. It's work that I enjoy so I really don't mind and it was grey, grey outside. Fred went into London for a walk and was dismayed by all the litter on the South Bank left by last night's celebrating crowds. I get angry about that sort of thing so I was glad that I didn't venture out. Why can't people take their litter home with them?