heleninwales | The usual Friday

As usual on a Friday morning, I went to the Co-op to do the main weekly food shop. I'd also been shopping on Tuesday, so I didn't need quite as much as I sometimes get.

There was a bit of excitement as I came round the end of the shelves and turned to head up the next aisle when a small tortoiseshell cat galloped past, paws scrabbling furiously on the smooth floor as it tried to corner fast. It was being gently pursued by one of the shop assistants. She made a grab and the cat promptly vanished under a shelving unit. I have no idea whether she managed to tempt it out again. I don't know whether the automatic doors are sensitive enough to admit a cat or whether she'd just dodged in as people came or went. It's not the first time she's done it. There was a post on the local Facebook group about her venturing into the Co-op and also that she'd been seen in the park nearby. I think she lives in one of the houses that back onto the Co-op car park.

After shopping, I arrived at M's house to fine her and E (the current live-in carer) reciting "The Owl and the Pussycat". Naturally, I joined it (it's one of the few poems I know by heart). I have no idea what had spurred the poetry recitation. We did the crossword and zygolex as usual and had a chat. Then I headed home to unload the shopping and have lunch.