Another late start to the day, and a worrisome one with no sign, nor hide, nor hair of Frank the cat who is usually first through the cat flap in the mornings demanding his noms. I fed the other two and went out to look for him, both in the field and up the street with no joy. I had a cup of tea and a shower, and went out shouting for him one last time before taking the dog out. I'd thought that I turned up another blank as I walked back through the gate, until I turned around and saw said moggie strolling along behind me. Evidently he had been asleep somewhere warm and only now decided he was hungry.
Phew and grrr in equal measure.