Tigger is working Wednesday to Friday this week. I suppose i should not complain too much about that as we have the other four days of the week to ourselves.

I made myself busy at home with various things and went out only for a brief solo walk.

London’s smallest public garden?

I have previously photographed this miniature garden built round the base of a tree in Claremont Square. I have no idea who created it.

Miniature garden close-up

I don’t know whether it is being actively maintained but it has survived for quite a while.

In Cruikshank Street I met a tortoiseshell cat. She came to greet me amiably. We saw her once before, a long time ago. I wonder whether she remembers me.

Tortoiseshell cats are special. I discovered this from my first cat who was a member of this tribe. 99% or more of tortoiseshell cats are female so if you meet one, you can safely assume she’s female.

Tortoiseshell cats can be difficult because you have to accept them on their own terms. They can be affectionate but only when they want to be. Mine was very intelligent and understood a lot of words in both English and French. (I define “understand” to mean responding appropriately and consistently to a word or phrase). She also found ways to communicate her wants and needs to us slow-witted humans by using gestures and her very striking yellow eyes.

Goodbye!

This one is so much like my own cat (who died aged 21 at the turn of the century) that I found it hard to walk on. Perhaps we shall meet again soon.

Do-it-yourself wardrobe

This demolished wardrobe has been languishing outside a house for several days. The attached paper apprises us that it is awaiting collection by the Council but I imagine if someone wants a wardrobe and is ready to accept on in kit form, there would be no objection to them taking it.

And so to home to await the welcome news that Tigger has left the office and is on her way.

As I was writing the above words, a text arrived from Tigger saying she is on the bus bound for home. I’ll go and make the tea!