Because oily fish is supposed to be beneficial, forced myself to have sardines on toast for breakfast. The sardines were lovely: Parmentier in olive oil with basil. Mashed them up and spread on lightly toasted bread, then under the microwave grill. Unfortunately when they were done, sardine pieces were splattered all over the inside of the microwave. Then the toast was rock-hard. I then realised I had put the microwave on for four minutes rather than the grill. Deary me. The sardines, at least, were edible. Dementia strikes again.
I must take Kook to the vet soon as he is due to have his jabs some time in March. Not certain whether to use the Elizabeth Street Practice in Mayfair, or Romy's vet who comes recommended, but is at the other end of the Old Kent Road, a bit of a traffic nightmare. Catching Kook is a problem as he is so heavy and somewhat elusive, and after that, the shorter the journey the better. We shall see.
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