Turps about the house

It's so very quiet around here this arvy. All that's keeping me company are the purring of Pounce!, the carping of crows, and the blippings of Spud Mack's comments as they lob one by one into my intray.

But all that is set to change with the weekend arrival of Hazel, who'll no doubt notice the shopping's not done, the dishes are still in the washer and corn chip crumbs are wedged behind the keyboard.