We are going on holiday — a week in Norfolk, and seeing some friends. Not exactly exciting, but it should recharge the batteries. Barry has taken the kitchen apart already — by the time we came down this morning, he’d ripped the floor up. Miss Kit has had to go to a cattery. I don’t suppose she’ll have a lovely time but it shouldn’t be too soggy either. The place is deep in the country, and she can watch the birds. She’s been put in isolation because of being scared of other cats, and she’ll have a hot spot. She looked a bit worried by her new quarters but not by any means traumatised. Meanwhile, we’ve done the final pass over the Collections Book, which is just about ready to go. We’ll be very glad to be shot of it.