The ginger cat who first visited us - or attempted to - at the beginning of January is back. Actually has been by occasionally since. Bit more persistent lately. All but says “can I be your cat?”. A bit more awkward now than in January though as the weather is much warmer and we’d like to leave the doors to the patio open when we’re home without its being taken as a signal that we’ve filed for adoption. Obviously searching for a home. Not neutered. Many semi feral around but she would clearly prefer to be a domestic cat and we’re not really in a position to take her in.
Stop after shopping for sausage and cheese and fruit and veg on the main road to get a couple of photocopies made. We’ve been to the shop before and the young man there is highly personable and very helpful. Not very much more English than my negligible amount of Turkish but competent and quick on the uptake. Offers J whisky and won’t take no for an answer. I plead Ramadan - and as a woman am probably not really expected to partake anyway - but he pours J a dram of Jack Daniel’s and then brings out a box of chocolates. Do accept one - don’t suppose my Ramadan excuse was believed anyway. Suspect what we paid for three photocopies was no more than a shot of JD was worth, but we told him we’d be back and doubtless will.