Next week marks the beginning of the longest period of time I will have ever spent away from Kittencat. Ten Days. TEN. It is going to be strange, though I have grand plans for a long overdue spring clean, a couple of meetings with friends, uninterrupted sleep at night and going swimming for longer than the occasional half hour at lunch.
No doubt I shall instead get woefully depressed and wallow with Sylvester Stallone films and gin.
