The thumping head from yesterday continued and I missed all sorts of excitements today in the road where we live .

I set off on foot to feed one of my favourite CatCalls charges , a tiny ginger puss who eats like a horse ( she consumes about the same amount across a week that my four eat , or rather don't eat but pick at ) and having let her out into her back yard and re set the cat flap so she can get back in again I wait to check the magnet on her collar is working ok . Overcome by a bout of sickness ( migraine being no respecter of other people's bathrooms ) I decide it is safer to wait until I feel better before walking home ( I had left the car there as Steve the mobile mechanic was picking it up to service it for its MOT so I can tax it ) . I sit on the sofa and contemplate the day ahead , remembering another occasion when I was ill when out on an afternoon CatCall and that time fell asleep for half an hour on a leather sofa . When I woke a very large happy cat was sitting on top of me singing like a kettle and I felt much better . That was an apartment overlooking the sea which was all decorated in white and I had been momentarily dazzled by the sparkle of the sun off the water .... realising a migraine was coming on fast I had taken one of my nasal sprays and knocked myself out nicely .....I guess it could be described as all part of the service , cat sitting being just what I was doing , as far as the cat was concerned , close company for an extra hour .

Little Puss appears back through the flap at a rate of knots and we play with a feather for a while , me somewhat half heartedly but that's the great thing about animals , they dont really comment when you're not at your best , they simply adapt and play a bit more carefully . We sit on the sofa for a while in companionable silence and I read the book titles on the wall to wall shelves , noticing how many are the same as the ones I have at home . M has more poetry books than me , and more hardbacks . Now that I'm working less I rarely buy a hardback and I also have spells when I take most of my reading from the library but still , despite our very different professions there is a lot of reading material in common . Drowsiness is setting in and I decide its time to get shifting , the joiner will have arrived to fit the door , my car should have gone , and I can see what to do about this headache . I say goodbye and lock up and walk back through the sunshine . A lovely day , the roads are streaming with cars on the school run and parents walking the primary school children to school , many of them with buggies and dogs attached . I feel a bit bereft without Alice. The joiners have arrived and it transpires that they have seen a blue Mercedes drive past our neighbour Eileen's car scraping it along its length , glancing as he went but failing to stop . The joiner noted the registration plate so D duly handed this over to Eileen who with great observational skills realised this car belongs within the neighbourood and rather than report it to the police , heads up to the house and bravely knocks on the door where the car driver's partner appears and acknowledges that he had passed the car but did not realise he had scraped it . Yeah right! Eileen has already had a quote made at her local garage and states how much she will need to have the car repaired . The consensus is that the money will be paid as likely the car has no insurance ?! Meanwhile Steve arrives and my car disappears for the day . I take Volterol and thats the end of me for the day .... but when I wake , progress , we have a door , with shiny chrome knobs and beautiful escutcheons . Bubbly glass which I have despised for fifteen years , is gone .