MacCavity, MacCavity..

The dentist filled my cavity.. well, four of them actually - root canal cavities. We are now £200 lighter, but I have to say that it is money well spent. At least I will be able to enjoy the cuisine and fine wines which beckon us to Wales this coming weekend, isn't it? This will be the first elevensome holiday, Andy and Carol Greggs being new victims in our ever expanding middle-aged self-abuse society. Both are more than capable of playing silly games into the wee small hours and soaking up stupendous quantities of disguised ethanol. Oh my aching liver.
For some odd reason my lap is this evening occupied by the Zagglepuss, small fluffy stray whom we kid ourselves is not really part of the family, just a frequent diner and non-paying lodger. She evidently thinks otherwise. The Boofies are curled up on a duvet next to the radiator. The small grey Boofy has been practicing for the England Olympic Feline Gourmande event, three suppers so far this evening. I am very hopeful that she may be eating for two, or three, or four, or five....
There, that silly title eventually got around to W.H.Auden's poem.