that's what's going to happen

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Today's walk home, or at least 1km thereof:

It doesn't look too bad, does it? This, however, is one of those hills which remains difficult. There's one particularly steep stretch where, on stopping to rest, I find myself leaning forward to counteract the sense of standing poised on a precipice and in danger of tumbling backwards.

On arriving home, it was to find the boycat had been effectively filed…

… under Spawn's dolly cot. Poor boycat. Presumably there was sunshine under the cot at one point, but the girlcat wasn't letting him out for love or money. One day he'll figure out he weighs twice as much as she does and could win easily…