I got up reluctantly this morning. It is cold and wet and my poor hydrangea is getting its flower stems battered by all the water collecting in them. And I didn't get as much sleep as I would have liked because at 1am Tigger decided it was time to teach Sunny the art of mousing. He brought in a baby mouse for her. It immediately became clear that her Mum had already given her all the instruction she needed in that department. I screeched for my husband to come and catch the mouse (I walk with elbow crutches so am not nearly fast enough to do it myself). He arrived to find Sunny with the mouse in her jaws and growling.