Bloody hell, that was a day and a half...
Got up early, went and got my face threaded. Came home to DH in a mood because the cats were scrapping outside the bedroom door (they're 10 month old siblings). Breakfast (including setting off the bloody smoke alarm because I dared cook bacon) followed, then food shopping (yay supermarkets), then home to remember that I forgot to buy a new duvet (because the in-laws are visiting next week and it's bloody cheaper to buy a new duvet than get the existing cheapy one cleaned) so back out I went in the pouring rain.
Came home, had a rest (when I should've been cleaning the bathrooms) DH realised that he hadn't seen the girl-cat for a while. Neither had I. In fact, it had been four hours.
Several trips round the block later, checking with all the neighbours, and a good seven hours after she was last seen, she turns up - freaked, but seems to be OK. She is pissed off that we're not letting her out again and has re-started this morning's scrap with her brother.
I am VERY stressed.
Today's food:
Brunch: Bacon, eggs, beans, mushrooms, tomato.
Snack: Apple, pear, satsumas
Dinner: Steak, jacket potato, corn on the cob, salad, mushrooms. Made a lovely mustard and quark "sauce"; kind of like sour cream but with a kick.
HEA: Milk
HEB: Hifi bars