Spring

Somerset. In which the Kitten decides, like Kate Middleton, to make her own destiny.

I confess I was irritated by this statement when Wills fatuously, inevitably fatuously, made it in his interview.  I felt it showed a fundamental misunderstanding of the nature of destiny, if you are prepared to countenance such a concept in the first place.  Coupled with the gift of That Ring, I don't rate her chances.

Since I have now survived four days - four whole days! - without the aid of serotonin-enhancing drugs, things could be looking up.  The restorative warmth of the company of friends is better than any medicine. We had a long walk in the spring sunshine, and saw snowdrops, pheasants, catkins and a rabbit.

Maybe the worst is over.