Cats and phone return

It was great to get Tom and Ruby home from the battery although they cried really loudly in the car. Ruby broke her way out of the cat basket while I was driving and I had to pull into an industrial estate to put her back in because she was walking around the parcel shelf yelling. Alasdair once did the same thing when he was a toddler! Tom stayed in the basket and just stuck his head out, mewling pitifully. No amount of reassurance helped and they were only happy when they got home. They spent the afternoon going in and out of the cat flap and inspecting their territory. 

To my surprise and pleasure I found my phone, which has been missing for about four weeks. I had it right beside me on the couch one evening and by the time I got upstairs I couldn't find it. I searched everywhere I could think of including the outside bins (which was a disgusting experience) and James and Davie and Ally searched too, for days and days. Then the holiday intervened, but on returning I had to start thinking about replacing it. Then on Monday morning I went to put on my blue trainers (which I had not taken on holiday.) And there was the phone in one of the shoes. I just sat there and stared at it for a while. All that I can think is that I popped the phone into a shoe to carry it upstairs, although I have no recollection of it. I charged the phone up and texted James "Surprise!"

The weather has been rainy since we returned from holiday and we are told that it was wet all of the time that we were away - wettest July on record apparently - however it has brightened up today. I am in town getting my hair cut and doing a bit of shopping.