Small fire no-one hurt

The newly re-opened Pattiserie beckoned to me and Kat this morning. We saw a display of  firemen and their engines on the way and assumed it was a practice - they normally happen on a Saturday morning.

After the pain au chocolate we ambled contentedly to the 8a8  and discovered that the boulangerie FourNil had a fire in the night - to the chagrin of the neighbours who were disturbed. Apart from that and the distruption to the bakers trade, all is well.

And Jillys cat has come home. Dehydrated and knackered and terrified, but alive.