Sunday: Ice Ice Baby

Woke up to the sweet sweet sound of the fire alarm - Matt was killing sausages.   I put my grumpy cat face on (that reminds me that I need to feed the feral cats that have taken up shelter outside our back door.  The owner Karen feeds them when people are not staying here,  so I feel that they still need feeding.

Ice rain is predicted until about 1pm.  So put the kettle on, pulled up a blog and started tapping.  

We will go out later, and be indoors.  Heading to a museum  - will report back later.