Afternoon, miserable, wet etc. etc. No wind yet, but it looks ominous. Bit worried about the caravan, but nothing we can do.
Well, DH came in from golf distraught because he's pranged the car rather badly. Totally his fault, no-one else involved. It's looking like at least one new door. 
Then we had to take Misty for her annual jabs and check-up. Our vet is temporarily closed, so we had to go to another branch miles away which we hadn't been to before, in terrible traffic, in the dark. I Google Earthed it and said 'yes, I know where it is'. Well, you know me, I didn't.
DH went into a pub to ask where it was while I strode down the road I thought it was on but wasn't. He then took the right road and got to the vet's thinking I would be there, but I wasn't, so he explained the situation, left poor Misty there and came looking for me, thinking I'd been abducted or had a heart attack or something. Anyway we met up eventually and went back to the vet's. All was well that ended well, Misty was very good and we were relieved of at least the cost of three evenings out at a restaurant. It did include a flea treatment, but where the hell do they get their prices from?
Oh, naughty IdiotKitty, hope WobblyCat is alright. Yes, I saw the Strike trailer online. Knitting in the bath sounds interesting.
I'm now exhausted and I think we'll have an early night. I'll record the Killers.