Rick's b.log - 2020/08/16
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The final day of my holiday

Today's vague detail was "set my alarm and get up as if for work, so the early morning won't be a problem tomorrow".

That wasn't to be. I got up at seven, made a cup of tea, scanned the headlines, and when I woke up it was quarter past ten.

Why? Well, for that we'll need to rewind a few hours.

2am. Saturday night or Sunday morning depending on how you want to count it.

A heavy thunderstorm. Which seems, to me, about the last thing a nervous kitten would want to cope with.

So I held a newspaper over my head and headed out to check on Anna and...

NO!

There was no kitten. Nothing.

This led to me walking in circles calling out her name. Then I had a brainwave - she's only had that name for a short while. Maybe I ought to just "meeew!".
So I did.
And she replied.

A few minutes of to and fro mewing at each other until I was able to locate her. It would have been quicker, had it not been for the wind and rain. But, I found her. A soggy little furball clinging to a small tree.
I took her home (her home, not mine), gave her some food, and just stayed with her stroking her gently until she had calmed down.

Actually, I missed a part. I went to get her food,and saw her trying to squeeze herself out of a tiny hole in the mesh 'window'. I opened the food pouch behind her and she decided that it smelled more interesting than outside, and unsqueezed herself from the hole. Which I blocked with the end of a length of wood.

So that's why getting up at seven wasn't going to work.

This morning...

New speakers

I hadn't appreciated how small the originals were, but not to be deterred, I got out my toolbox and some self-tapping screws.

Aesthetics count for less than bass that works.

And...

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