Tuesday 1st June

Day 43

I was hoping wide ribbons of pappadelle pasta slippery with mushrooms and spinach would ease the tension in our house tonight. But here I am with the same problem I had at 5 am this morning.

The pussy cat peed on our bed. My day has been as soggy as the sheets drying on the radiators while the grey sky emptied its rain all over us.

The last resort of an unhappy pussy cat. I’ve been talking to him, sending him love messages. But he doesn’t purr now when I stroke him.

There is a plan to help him. And us. Tonight the bedroom door will be closed but what might we find in the morning?