Dad cooked a lovely roast dinner today. It's nice him being here. He has popped out this evening to meet up with Pat and talk. In a way I hope he sorts things out with her eventually because he loves her so much but I don't want him to be hurt again.
Poor Bobby the kitten got locked out twice today. He popped out into the garden when Dad was having a ciggie and he got wet because it was pouring and I just saw something pop up at the window and it was him....he cried when he came through the door...love him.