Ari is back
Photo by Tigger

It was Tigger, when she came home just now, who spotted Ari in her familiar corner. I’m ashamed to say I had not thought to look. There she is, though, in her usual “Pilates” pose.

Where has she been for the last few days? She’s not saying, of course. Perhaps she popped out to look for lunch.

Tigger took this photo with flash and you can perhaps see what looks like a bright spot: that’s Ari’s eye reflecting the flash!

If you wonder why the ceiling is so stained, that’s the result of the flooding to which our upstairs neighbour treated us just before Christmas. (See Water from the ceiling, again.)

I don’t suppose Ari minds that, though, and, fortunately, neither do we, at least not too much. This place is already so full of “character” that a little more hardly matters!

At the bus stop
Photo by Tigger

Today was a dull day and it rained throughout. Tigger had to go to the office, leaving early.

I could have gone out for a walk on my own but the miserable conditions, together with Tigger’s absence, literally put a damper on that idea.

I stayed at home, not doing anything much, watching the clock for it to be time for Tigger to come home.

Just after 5pm, Tigger let me know that she was on her way. Changing buses at Finsbury Square, she took the above photo and sent it to me.

That was my signal to make tea ready for her imminent return.

A rattle of keys at the door lets me know that Tigger has arrived. We’re together again and all’s right with my world!