I've never really understood the appeal of Garfield the cat.
Back in the 1980s I worked in a gift shop and we sold hundreds of stuffed cuddly toy Garfields.
Garfield in all manner of different outfits and the ones you stick on your car window were very popular too.
I'm sure there must be many fans out there today who would like to know today is Garfield the cat day.
He's got one fan in our household, here she is sporting some pretty funky Garfield socks.
Garfield came to S's attention through the world of movies, she now has all 3 (how did they manage 3?!) of them on DVD.
Yesterday I decided to give walking to and from work a go. My shift on a Thursday is 8-2 and so fits in much more easily with the idea of walking.
I reckoned it would take me an hour to get to work and I wasn't far off, it took 65 minutes. This included a quick stop when a friend drew up alongside me for a brief chat. She thought I had a problem with my car and stopped to offer me a lift.
Walking home was a bit more challenging. It was very warm yesterday afternoon and about a third of the way into my journey I had to stop and, as surreptitiously as possible, remove my tights to help cool me down, laddering them in the process.
Going home involves going uphill.
One of the hills is Garfield Road.
Just as I was approaching this part I heard a voice behind me shouting out 'excuse me, excuse me.' I looked round to see a young lad walking towards me with something in black in his hand.
Somehow my sweaty tights had fallen out of my bag, he had been in a shop across the road and noticed, then crossed the road to rescue them and return them to me. I thanked him and scurried off feeling more than a little embarrassed.