When I got home, there was an old four wheel drive from up north outside. I remember that we have been expecting a visitor and that the Kombi caught on fire last year. This must be the replacement I thought. Nice, apparently they have yet to find a mountain this car can't climb. We are being visited by mooks returning to the homeland. And possibly again on the way back, when there may be a subgathering.
At least I don't have a long fur coat. Tony (cat) is clearly suffering and is slinking from not so cool, to not so cool spot. This is one of his favourite early evening perches. Grace keeps emptying his water bowl onto the garden and it is irritating for everyone, especially Tony. Although being a cat he is not above drinking from the toilet. Yech. I have to find somewhere for his bowl where she can't reach. Which is getting harder and harder. She'll be on the kitchen table or trying to climb out the loungeroom window from the back of the couch in half a blink. Not being allowed to do any of this is just making it so much more attractive.