Still tired from the holiday, so we take things slow and lazy.
We fetch the cat from the cattery. He is fine, and I am relieved to see that his jumping is as good as it was before the amputation.
I finish the holiday laundry, finding space for a couple of winter coats that should have been tidied away ages ago.
We have to go into town to take a foreign cheque to the bank, and to get some more food from Sainsbury’s (I am so lazy, we even stop in the cafe). We make a blancmange (from a packet), which we can have tomorrow.