Kitt

 A walk today, in the snow, was a getaway from this days grey beginnings.

The kitchen was tidy after yesterdays efforts, there will just have to be more of the same.

There is no being cool about this any more, it will not do. 

The escape was made before the family was awake, just the cat insisting on being fed yet another smelly spoonful from the tin on the shelf.

How can something so small eat so much?

The paths are difficult and slippery, a mixture of mud and snow. There have been people walking their dogs, but they are not there now. All that is left are the footsteps of trudging humans and scampering dogs.

And, once back at home, start to do the things that had been planned for weeks, if not months.

Start to sell the old gear, the kit, der Kitt.