Oh to be a cat. To be able to climb to the highest point and survey all that is below you. I don't know how Gizmo managed to reach the top of the washing line post but claws, agility and sheer determination must have got him there.
Talking of agility, I am not feeling very agile today. Something 'went' in my back on Tuesday night and I am shuffling around like a person twice my age. Even trying to put on a slipper requires a strategic plan. After my euphoria of last week I am feeling a little downbeat today. It is impossible to bend down and reach anything below table height without shouting out an expletive! To sneeze is most terrifying and I have to brace myself each time it happens. I don't know what else to do except 'ride the storm'.
I have put on the filter coffee machine and will seek solace in some chocolate cake and a few good books.