I’m looking after Ro and Dora’s kitten, Jasper, for ten days while they’re on holiday. Other than Rose’s cat, occasionally in the last couple of months, I don’t think a cat has set foot in this house for at least 85 years. Jasper is a cutie. He’s very friendly, though he has felt rather cautious today, but finally came to me for cuddles this evening. Russell would never have a cat, as he loved birds so much, and I took his point entirely. However, if one starts with a kitten and raises them with birds, I think it should be ok. Jasper is happy to have his claws clipped and quite likes it, so is very well used to being handled.
I’ve planted everything I bought. I had meant to see what I could get at the village festival, but I’ve still space, if I’m tempted. In addition, I grew far too many tomatoes and aubergines, so the surplus have gone out in the garden. How well they do will depend on the weather this summer. I have known outside plants to do better than those in the greenhouse.
I’ve an 8 am meeting tomorrow and I’m not ready for it. Must get on, darlings.