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My inner-editor is shrieking at me "But - but if you alter that bit on page three and that bit of page five and take this speech out of there and save it for later it'll make SO much more SENSE!" but I'm stopping my ears. Now off to do some more!

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I have come home to a house FULL of feathers, courtesy of an improperly stowed bag of fly tying materials. The bag is in shreds and there are feathers of every colour - turquoise, pink, black, iridescent green - and shape scattered along the landing and down the stairs and bits of multicoloured down floating in the air.

Who could it have been? I wonder.

I shouldn't jump to conclusions but Tabi is sleeping peacefully with pink bits in her whiskers.