I was up at quarter to six, in complete accordance with the Glen Feshie plan.
The rain was battering off the windows.
Jorja seemed to have sustained a recurrence of her eye infection. That usually means that either the eye drops work within the hour, or they make no discernible difference and she's still pawing at her face all day.
Plus, she stole my lovingly made sandwiches off the workingtop when I turned my back - for the briefest of moments - to let one of the cats out the dining room. Where it shouldn't have spent the night, of course.
It was now 6:10am.
The day hadny started all that well.