Still limping...

Samuel Beckett (my cat) must really hate me, as he has managed to trip me up twice this week, which is not helping my poor foot/leg to get better. He has taken to lying in the hallway, meaning I have to step over him, which of course then means he decides to move UNDER foot just as I step and then lose my balance, wrenching my already black and blue ankle. Bloody cat. And he expects me to feed him as well!

Where is Mr Tennant to take me away from all this?!


Can I have one of these, please?