Fall Down, Go Boom

[akirlu]

We are home from Corflatch. At some point, a coherent trip report may emerge, but for now, Ogg must fall over. Sarah seems subdued and sore (literally) after the long weekend at the vet's, and Tinka managed to spend the entire time on the loose outside, never turning up when the sitter was by to feed her, but they're both peaceably sacked out together on the bed so I have good hopes that we will be forgiven, given time and sufficient applications of tuna and tennis balls.