Here I am sitting in sunny, if very blowy Lincolnshire, that's in the UK for those, like me who never paid attention in geography lessons.

I have lost count of the amount of times I have had to let Ellie Mae and Biscuit (our cats) in and out of the house today. As soon as they go out, they realise that it's windy and they want to come in again!

Now, I hear you say that I should get a cat flap. No...not a good idea, Biscuit likes catching things and bringing them home to Mummy and Daddy. We found a live frog on the living room carpet last year, staring at us balefully and no doubt wondering if it was about to be someones lunch.

Also, we quite often find bits of mice, voles and other things lying outside the back door. It's Biscuits fault, he is a natural born, mini tiger.

Ellie Mae, bless her... hasn't a tigerish bone in her little body, she tries to catch blowing leaves, but that's the limit...even then she rarely catches anything, as A. she's too slow or B. she takes her eye off the ball to lick herself.

Mind you, it's funny, if we have visitors, Biscuit goes and hides somewhere, not to be seen until the intruders leave and Ellie just comes up and plonks herself on any willing lap...so who's the brave one here?

I had better go now as the cat's want to come in and I no doubt will have to give them some food...I don't know why I bother...yes I do...I love the little devils, that's why.