Cathartic

 I was going to write another post telling you about my little cat trials and tribulations, about the neighbours building across land not owned by them and digging up the path, about how much I hate my job right now and ......

Frankly it was a post of moaning churning round and round in my head.

 So I took it out for a walk instead.

 I walked a bit and ate ice-cream a bit.

22C at 8pm, it seemed rude not to indulge in a little something.

 We walked a bit more.

 Messed about a bit more.

 Let the sun start to dip.

And headed home.

By which time I had lost the need to moan.

Cathartic.