I have now finished editing the paperwork, and have a pile of scrap paper about four inches tall. Some people send out standard letters, on very posh paper,

so I will use the other side of it. The confidential stuff has been shredded, and will go in the compost bin.
I was complemented the other day about my compost.

This was from someone who was convinced that home compost is usually a soggy unusable mess.
Tasha has started to miss Leo, or perhaps she is just missing being able to scoff the biscuits that
he inadvertently leaves she steals from him.
