Phew, that's a relief!

Ste Charlotte
Yesterday's weather : very nice thank you. 28 deg. A bit of rain after dark, but that was very nice too - saves watering the veggies.

Ste Charlotte needs a mention - Happy Saint's Day, Charlotte - tell the boyfriend that it's traditional in France to receive flowers!

After a night tossing and turning, sighing and an overactive brain I had decided that I wouldn't write a blog today. I wasn't in the mood. Jazz disappeared on Sunday afternoon and we hadn't seen her since. Figgy tried to make a bid for freedom too yesterday evening but as soon as a spot of rain hit him, he was home again.

We were have a second cup of tea in bed (well, we can, can't we?) both feeling very miserable, we heard a few miaous from downstairs followed by a lot of biscuit crunching. We knew she was back but the two of us, followed by Misty and the Boy went to double check. We have no idea where she had been but she was very dry and very hungry, so we are hoping she had just got shut into someone's garage or barn.

She spent most of the morning under the fig tree with Misty while we were out buying the ladder (yes, he is going to use a ladder after all to get to the difficult painting bits outside) and seeing the mayor again with the new plans. Jazz is now completely flaked out in the lounge and probably won't move again until tomorrow, except for a bikkie now and then. As a special welcome home treat I even gave her some kitten food in jelly. I hope she learned her lesson and doesn't go to wherever it was again.

BBC Proms Season
The Proms season has started on a real high this year. We are already addicts (stops J from wathing Big Brother!). The first night was excellent, Sunday was even better and last night was equally stunning. We didn't know Rossini's Stabat Mater but it's going on my Amazon wish list. Sunday's Prom with the Soweto Buskaid Strings and two dance groups was one of the best things I've seen on telly all year. Let's hope it continues. We love watching them but just as much, we love sitting in the garden in the evening over a bottle of planning fluid just listening to the evening's concert. Cheers, m'dears!