Work, Food, Sleep.

Another five mad shifts in a row, during which I have discovered that the cat has developed her nocturnal hunting skills and can now capture night moths in the garden, and  while in Crete; apparently Pam's idea of a soiree is something like inviting ELAS  and Communist Party veterans together for  drinks and nibbles, and then discussing the finer points of Greek politics while serving them both German wine and Apple-strudel!.... Her food must clearly be that good!. I  can hear Wagner playing in the background.
                                                She looked good tonight, as will my Peanut butter on toast, and mug of Tea as I now gratefully trot off to my bed... Night Night World.