I became aware the other day that there was something a bit odd about Miss Kit’s tail. To be precise, there was a sort of notch out of it, as viewed from above, which resolved on close inspection into a bald patch about an inch long and a third of an inch wide. The skin was quite undamaged, so my best guess is that she got it paint on it while Tony was working on the greenhouse, and in trying to pull the paint off, took the fur with it. It’s a little unsightly but will regrow, and if the story is a little more exciting than that, I doubt I will ever know. Miss Doggie, meanwhile, presented herself this morning fruitily scented with sheepshit. We have a nice old lady to lunch tomorrow, so Miss D. has been given a bath. It struck me that the timing indicates the little animal’s basic lack of guile: if she had been more Macchiavellean, she’d have left the luxurious rolling in forbidden substances till about twelve o’clock tomorrow.