On the move again

I am in a new home.

I've left Aida and Clea and moved into the apartment of two friends home in America on leave. They put their old dog Charley on a farm for the six weeks they'll be gone but left behind Polka and Dot and Jane, their loving cats. I love this place. It's homey, comfortable, filled with art and flowers and purring creatures. It's sunny and warm and they have a complete six-season set of West Wing. 120 hours of escapist entertainment and the DVD player to run it. I am tempted to call in sick mornings so that I can keep on sitting curled up in an armchair, cats draped all over me, porcelain mug of tea by my side reading and watching TV. Maybe it's Feng Shui, I don't know.