After writing last nights post about my love affair with the spare room and the quilt, mum went into the spare room to give me a pat. That is where she spied a trail of half digested cat biscuits. So into the washing machine it went, and now it is drying on the line. I am very distressed, having a little sulk. It is not going to smell the same now it has been whizzed around. The love affair might be over. Watch this space.