I had a little problem with my car on the way home, meaning that MasterB and I sat in an isolated lane for around forty minutes waiting for the repairman. Actually MasterB lay and I stood. I moved his cat basket from the car and settled him in the shade of a tree.
The repairman would have been quicker had not the person who answered my call, yes Connor, I do mean you, given the address my mobile phone appeared to be calling from rather than where I said I was. It turns out the two are some five miles apart. The repairman, not finding me, called. He quoted the address he had. I squeaked. He took down the details I gave him. He arrived, and despite a distinct lack of underpants on top of his overalls, diagnosed and fixed the problem.
The upshot is that we arrived home rather later than anticipated. I am now clean, I have eaten, the washing machine is on, and MasterB, after a quick visit indoors to establish no other cat has moved in, is in the garden.
So here are some pictures from the last three days. I am going to do some reading before I toddle off to bed.