My dreadful cold continued over the weekend, but James lit the fire and the cottage was nice and cosy. When I felt a bit better we walked down to the village and had coffee and cake sitting outside Tea by the Sea; it’s still mild enough to sit outdoors. All too soon it was time to to pack up to head home, or so we thought. Yet again the cats somehow detected that we were getting ready to leave, and they both disappeared into the garden. When I was holding the ladder for James to clear the autumn leaves out of the gutters, Tom appeared on the wall to watch us. I approached him casually but he sloped off with insulting slowness, safe in the knowledge that I would not be fast enough to catch him. Flora was seen lurking in the garden and then trotting off down the lane. However hunger was the cats’ downfall because they came sneaking in through the back door to see if there was any food in their bowls and I quickly trapped them in the porch. The journey went smoothly and we got home in time for tea.
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