Ded again

I am dedder than a ded thing, though I did have a lovely afternoon helping anef look at kittens. (Three! Two tabby boys and a little black and white girl, all very sweet, all quite shy but happy to play once they had got to sniff and inspect us.) Writing is right down today. I know what happens, but the fingers aren't cooperating. Horus is helping by sitting on my knee purring and head butting my hands as I type. I will make it up tomorrow, I swear. After all, I have desperance to beat.
For Honour, Queen and France!