Sid-rep: Wednesday

Not a lot to report as we spent most of the day perforce in the hospital (the short version for those who have just joined us: my partner is undergoing follow-ups after successful cancer treatment). Sid was on the sofa this morning and behold, was still there when we came back 6 hours later. He's been watching the dogs, but no violence has ensued. He also favoured T with his august presence this morning, treading in T's toast and flattening the Racing Post at the same time.

His wordcount for yesterday, after a sudden incursion onto my laptop, was 150 words: all versions of '['. An avant-garde piece, which critics are still struggling to interpret.

I have now retrieved the camera and will try and take/post some pics later on this evening.

I like the way you think!

How ever tiny a quantity of snow we actually get, Britain will grind to a standstill. The days of ice fairs upon the Thames are long gone.

However, my partner came up to me in the village shop this afternoon holding a chocolate cake and spake thus: "I bought this because it might snow."

Sid pics

If you go here:

http://pics.livejournal.com/mevennen/gallery/000057wr

You should see Sid.