My follow up from a successful party yesterday afternoon consists of shaking out the floggers, cleaning the pinwheel, and putting in for repair the cuff that my wife broke by struggling too hard.
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How G and I work it is that we sit at opposite ends of the tub, and then each can rub a foot of the other, or one can serve, or spoil the other, depending who does who.
If we both sit at one end its 'my' end most often. But the window sill is at his end and he likes drinks without fail in the bath, and I don't always, but the cats also like sitting on the window sill, or our tummies, so if two cats want a 'bath' we have to be at our own ends and have a shallower bath, unless they are content to sit at the edge. Funny how habits develop.
I would put a few inches of water in the bath for him, and he would splash around for an hour or so. He really loved it. If I didn't comply, he would yowl up into the tiled ceiling over the tub to get the best acoustics until I would go run some water for him 
But it makes me want to tickle you under the chin and in that spot between your ears.
I was genuinely interested in the items I asked to see, but I felt that buying through this person was a bad idea. He jumped in to sell me something while I waited for the other person (that helped me first) to finish the errand I had gone in to complete.
Just seen a photo on Facebook of the coach my daughter is travelling on setting off now on its 26 hour journey back home.
I've missed her
