I've been peeling shallots and garlic for pickling.
Then I spied a photo of two 4 month old slate grey kittens, who had been found abandoned two months ago (which I presume was after Christmas, how disgusting), and had both been in rehab ever since with foster carers, to bring them back to health and teach them that not all the world is a terrifying, horrible place. Anyway, the bigger boy was declared ready to find his forever home, and so I arranged to visit him at the foster carer's house. And that was that really, he was coming home with me! I arranged 24 hours grace, then went shopping. I had forgotten how much stuff one small pussy cat needs! Cat carrier, cat litter (he's going to be an indoor cat), mushy food, bickies, collar, flea stuff, worming stuff, brush and a couple of toys later, I was ready for him. Except for a name. It took me 36 hours of hard thinking to make a decision.
I will finish today with something my dear daughter sent me, she is so right ha ha ha