cat food

It’s been a hot one today. It started off muggy and dull, but brightened up as the day wore on. I did my usual stint at the food bank, where there's currently a heap of out-of-date cat food. The lady who helps me on Fridays was reluctant to put it out, in case someone took loads of it and tried to flog it. I really don’t think there’s a thriving black market for expired cat food—strange attitude for someone working at a food bank.

When I got home, I went for a dip in the river. It was freezing at first, and I almost bailed, but I persevered—and I’m glad I did. It was surprisingly refreshing. They say cold water swimming is good for inflammation. I probably didn’t stay in long enough to get the full effect, but I’ll definitely go again at some point. I felt nice and clean when I got out and refressed.

Parking in the village is getting worse—cars everywhere, even blocking pavements. I guess it’s down to the rubbish public transport from Labour in Cardiff.

I think I can leave the washing out overnight; doesn’t look like there’s any rain coming. It’s the longest day tomorrow—where does the time go? It’s all downhill from there to Christmas. Blimey, can’t believe I’m talking about that already.

Speaking of Christmas, I’m really disappointed with the ombudsman’s decision about the village. We’ll see what happens at the meeting next month.