It’s The Queen’s Club. I don’t know if it’s a specific queen.

The weekend was fabulous. Guys and Dolls was terrific.

We got home at 11.30 on Sunday night and eCat greeted us with brief warmth – this is cat language, we get it – and then wanted to go out, whereupon she lay down on the paving. Ten minutes later, she was still lying there, so I went out. It was faux relaxation, Barney Barn Cat was about, telling me that he was hungry. Ecat was doing her best “Get outa maa pub!” impression. I told Barney that I knew he’d been fed, but he was insistent. His siblings ganged up behind him. “Get outa maa pub!!” yowled Eloise cat.

I fetched a torch, went down to the cat feeding station, where there was still food in their bowls, and fed them again. Came back. Ecat came in. All was tranquil.

This morning, the phone rang at 8.20. I ignored it and finally got up to find a message from G, from New Zealand. He and his wife are over for a couple of months, so I rang back and he came to lunch. G was Russell’s best friend and it was a blow when they moved over there, 25+ years ago. I’ve told them the weekends I’m about, so hope they can come back for lunch when I can get the family here too.

Getting to grips with paperwork, which was planned for this morning, but seeing a friend was far better and more important. I’ll do the rest tomorrow. Planning to go to Pembrokeshire later in the week.