Big Kev is asleep on the lounge next to me. Little Kev is under him somewhere.
Toula, Foula and Agape are curled up in the clothes dryer, it's still warm because I had to wash all my linen today.
Silkie is under the bed screaming again. I've given her some fox prozac and it seems to be helping. She is a troubled soul.
Mr Smithers will be missed, but has gone to a better place.
