Bella and Arthur’s Road Trip didn’t start in the best way, thanks mainly to the bloody Bicester firemen stuffing the entire middle of Bicester collecting for Children in Need. It was then a slow old journey down south (although not as slow as it would have been going north) arriving at my parents at about half-four.

I settled Bella and Arthur into the country cottage where they’ll be staying for the next week, and started making myself a spot of dinner before heading home. I tell you, it felt odd, fetching out food that I brought with me and cooking it and eating it in someone else’s house whilst they are flying back from America – almost like I shouldn’t be there.

By the time I left, the roads were clear again, and I got back home. The house feels strange without my cats around. I do miss them.