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Jess spent the weekend acting like an abductee in an alien spacecraft. She kept her tail down and her eyes wide, and she cried a lot. She spent most of her time under the settee, pressed up as tight into the corner as she could, and hardly touched her food. Poor thing.

I thought she was doing OK when I got up yesterday morning. After a noisy start to the night as she wandered around in the dark miowing at tables and other bits of furniture she settled down and we both slept well. When I got up, she came out from under the settee to say hello and have a tickle.

Then I opened the curtains, which set her off. Suddenly her body was tense and shaking, and she growled at the dormant scene outside. She arrived in the dark, of course, so I guess it was something of a shock to suddenly find out that not only is the inside of the flat unfamiliar, but everything outside was totally alien, too.

I spent the day flopping around the flat and didn’t even unlock the door until five when I went out to buy supplies. Trevor, Jon and Paul were coming around for dinner and I had picked two recipes that had their preparation times marked down as being less than twenty minutes each.

So, when I came back with the supplies I wasn’t too worried that it was already six and they were all due to arrive just after eight. As I started work on the first dish, though, it soon became clear things were going to be tight. In the end, the first ‘15-minute’ recipe took an hour longer than it should. The second one took almost as long.

Fortunately everyone was late, so I’d hidden everything away in the oven by then and we ate quarter of an hour after they arrived.

It went down well. A tuna puff-pastry pie with mushrooms, olives and peppers for the main course, and an apple, almond and date sponge pudding with golden syrup for desert. It was de-stoning and quartering the dates that took so long.

We played on the Xbox a while when we’d finished, which Jess didn’t like so much. I think the noise scared her, and then got out Who Wants to be a Millionaire. It was the first time we’d played and all looked horribly complicated from the instructions, but once we got going it was easy enough.

I lost out on a million pound question and dropped back down to

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