The cat has food

You’ll all be relieved to hear that I made it to the supermarket (it’s stopped raining, but still very cold, so I compromised by taking the bus there and a taxi back, to minimise my waiting around in the cold time) so Parsnips is now replete with catfood and very happy.  And I’m stocked up on disprins and cough mixture (and, because the only time I’m susceptible to up-selling is when I’m sick, some sort of echinacea/vitamin thing that the chemist promised me will cure me of everything), and lots of healthy fruit and not-so-healthy chocolate, so if the echinacea doesn’t cure me, at least I’ll enjoy my illness.
And now I’m exhausted and going back to bed.