Magnus has been AWOL this week, in fact gone for two days before we put our heads together and realised none of us had seen him.
At risk of sunstroke, we walked up and down the lane and around the fields calling him, to no avail, rang the builders to make sure he hadn't gone off with them in their van (they thought that was hysterical, but no he hadn't ) and in the end decided there wasn't much more we could do.
Then suddenly, on day three he staggered in the door, hollow of side and pathetic of mioaw with eyes rolling. He was head into the milk bowl x three fill ups, and then the food bowl, also x three, before heading off to the Tinker's sofa for an afternoon of 'being under observation' whilst watching the cricket, which soon perked him up...sorry Australia.
We will never know, but anyway, home safe and sound and back in his summer sleeping spot, so he still chooses to live with us, and clearly brings back with him very definite ideas about which book should be read next...
If you are in the UK, keep cool. I know hot is not everyone's idea of fun, but have to say we are loving very minute of it, and now I am off to my dappled shade place, with a pile of books, a cool drink and fully expect to be comatose in ten.