On the way to Sorrento

Last night was a strange night - I was woken up in the early hours by absolutely torrential rain, and shortly afterwards the cats arrived on the bed, both of them soaking wet. This made me quite wakeful, but I didn't mind for three reasons: firstly I really like the sound of heavy rain (when I'm cosy indoors), secondly I like the cats curling up on the bed beside us * and thirdly I was excited because today we are setting off on our holiday to Sorrento. 

For some reason James and I had both assumed that our flight was in the morning, so we were surprised, on digging out the tickets a couple of days ago, to find that it was at 3 p.m! This gave us a pleasant leisurely morning; I took Ally along to Tesco where he chose food to sustain him during our absence, James did a bit of gardening, and we had lunch with Ally before setting off. I was already wearing some brightly patterned holiday trousers; Alasdair sarcastically asked me if I was wearing pyjamas. 

And here I am on the plane, which is currently descending towards Naples. 

* there is something very comforting about the light but solid weight of a cat snuggled up against your side above the duvet. Although Tom has a bad habit of pushing my legs apart while I'm sleeping and settling down between them for maximum warmth - this results in me waking up in a starfish position.