Hello from a damp and very cold Cambridge. This is my first post to GN. I'm happily grieving for my old cat who was killed instantly by a car in the small hours of Saturday morning. I say "happily grieving" because we're doing all right, life is going on, and it does me good to have a quick couple of tears and then get on with it; I have the Jacquie Lawson Advent Calendar on my screen and the first bit of music is "O Little One Sweet": I play it every day. She was beautiful but - er - cussed. Wouldn't let me pick her up, and always licked the jelly off the food and then complained because it was dry. But mercifully when she was run over it must have been instant because there were no injuries to the body, only to the head. She liked to sit in flowerpots, and we'd just bought a new one specially for her, so her ashes will go into that.
He never gives up being stupid.
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It's official: Grandparents are good for children

I sympathise with Mick. I too fell over on Sunday, not because of ice, but sitting out in the sun (30C) on a plastic chair; front off-side chair leg snapped and now have bruises everywhere that I can see. Nothing broken except the chair! You'll have to throw another virtual birthday party for someone to cheer us all up! 
