A cool cat...

With all the grimness in the world I have to say that my cat Luna helps. Nothing seems to bother her. Ferry and plane disasters pass her by, celebrity sex scandals bother her not a jot, the goings on in Coronation street mean nothing to her, and as for the football.

Luna lives in a world of calm and eating and sleeping, getting only the teeniest bit agitated when she wants to be let out to play or when she gets soaked to the skin by rain and rushes in for a good rub dry and a tummy tickle. I swear she only goes out in the rain so that we towel her dry, she purrs and purrs so loudly. Not even that yappy little dog down the road upsets her, she just sits on the wall and teases.

In the evening she sleeps on the sofa, at night she sleeps at the end of the bed, her white hairs leaving behind a trail of evidence.

There’s no doubt that Luna is a calming influence and I think some of her easy going attitude may be rubbing off on me. My world gets calmer and calmer, I eat, I sleep, I go out in the rain, only rushing in for a…

No, best not go there.