I’m not sure if I said, that Eloise cat’s knee is no better and the suspicion that it’s the cruciate ligaments has been deemed to be correct. An x-ray would confirm, but there’s no real point. Sebastian the vet and Tim and I all agree from experience. His is the greater and backed up by training, of course, but we had it happen last year. So he contacted the specialist vet, we had a phone call back and Eloise is booked in for Thursday of next week. In the meantime, she’s mostly caged but we let her out several times a day, either indoors or out. If she’s out, one of us follows her. She isn’t thrilled about that, but remains polite because she’s a sweet-natured cat.

It has been exhaustingly humid today, but we still got things done. Tim made a fabulous roasted tomato and butternut squash soup for dinner, I did some gardening and some paperwork and C and I spent another couple of hours painting the fence. We’re about a third of the way along now, maybe a little more. I’m tired out by the time we’ve finished but I think it’s the heat rather than the work.

Lovely fruit from Simon Greengrocer today, including nectarines, cherries, apricots and strawberries. This is a wonderful time of the year for fresh food, isn’t it?

Still no sign of chicks from Scrabble. I don’t know when she started sitting because I didn’t make a note of it, so I am not sure if she’s got much hope.