I ended staying up all night last night. Mrs Fox stopped by at just before 4am, so I duly I spooned her some cat food out of the tin, and then sat on the back door step, chatting to her. Before I knew it, the sun was rising, and a new day dawned. So I went to bed! Only for a couple of hours though, the cats made sure of that.

Today I've been in lots of pain, so no hairdressers or pedi or shopping. Instead I've shuffled round the house like an old dear, doing bits of tidying whist wincing. Tesco delivered the food, and now I am on the sofa with a glass of red, watching trash telly. Hoping to be able to walk as far as The Bulls Head for Sunday lunch with Debs tomorrow, fingers crossed.