It was supposed to be a lovely day. I got up and caught an early train into Bath to do some Christmas shopping. I even managed to get my hair cut before wandering across the Christmas Market.

Then I strolled into a shopping centre and heard somebody screaming at the top of the tall escalator, followed by the most awful sound as I saw her falling all the way to the bottom! She was conscious fortunately, though surely badly hurt and there were many people helping so I didn't want to get into the way and left, shaken up and crying on the phone to my daughter.

Somehow the Christmassy mood was gone so I made my way home.
Opening the front door I almost stepped into cat sick...I dropped my bags as I realised that this was a hell of a lot worse than I first thought...There was one of my lovely adult garters, bitten into two pieces. I got slightly hysterical and picked up what was left of my little friend, nearly freaking out completely when her tail twitched despite being disconnected from the rest of the body. Somehow she had managed to squeeze through the doors on the viv, despite the 2 locks and draft excluder.

I really just hope that's it for the bad news today.