It’s strange how empty the flat feels without the cat. I took her back mid-afternoon, and in spite of the fact she only arrived on Friday evening, and spent most of her time hidden neatly away behind the settee, I’m already missing her. She was none too happy about being loaded into her big purple pet voyager (probably on account of the fact it does nothing for her cat-cool), as demonstrated by putting a well-aimed claw into my chest, but other than that she was very well behaved, and all but silent all the way home.

I spent most of the day working. She spent a fair proportion of it alternating between sitting in her settee hidy-hole and brushing herself up against my legs. I drank way too much tea, then broke mid-afternoon to drink it rather more sociably with Trevor and Jon, Boris and Miss Ginny.

Oh, and cake, too, for no other reason than the fact that Trevor and Jon had been driving past a Waitrose.

Did a feature on movie mistakes on Through the Night this evening (in honour of last night’s trip out to the cinema). Was pleased to discover that Russell Crowe-fest Gladiator made one of the most foolish cock-ups of the lot, putting saddles and stirrups on the horses when in fact they weren’t invented until 185AD (the saddles and stirrups, not the horses). This has to be beaten only by the crate of oranges under the table in the market scene of The Sound of Music, which are marked up as coming from Israel. Except, of course, Israel didn’t exist back then.

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