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My pampered little cat is now accustomed to getting the bottom of my breakfast bowl. At least, usually what is left in there is soya milk, which she does not like, and I just put the bowl down so she can feel she has been offered her due. Occasionally she gets lucky and there is a lick or two of cream.

Today, there was prune juice, for I had prunes with my Weetabix.

Sable is, apparently, part Klingon.

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Sainsburys… don't sell axes. I feel this is a wise policy, because I was there this afternoon for an hour or so, subjected to relentless Christmas music the whole time.