It´s september. Could in the morning. I´m in no rush to get out. Laying around, cuddling who ever is at home. My servants have returned to work. Summer holidays are over.

Nothing major to report. Some diplocattic talks ended not well.Bloodspill. No major enjuries. Got some scrathes.

And the naighbour has told on me, was talking to my dad. Happened to run in to their house. After their cats, in a big hurry. He counted, one, two, three cats… and HISSED at me. Turned around and got out quickly when I realised where I was.

There are still nice days, with sun and laying in the grass is GOOD