This is what I call Felix’s snail pose. He does it often when he’s settling down to sleep as he did this morning.

This afternoon he is back in his favourite sleeping spot on the woollen throw on Mum’s bed – in a more cat-like pose this time.

I disturbed him taking photos and distracted him with blue bunny.

He was destroying blue bunny, so I took it off him. He began washing himself in playing-the-cello pose.

This evening I picked the first of this season’s runner beans for dinner. I was afraid that I’d left them too long, but there were no strings and they were delicious.

After a successful but tiring couple of hours shopping for birthdays I felt in need of sustenance before the 30 minute walk home. It was our usual cheese and crackers (and sometimes a cocktail) hour and the cafes were closing, so I stepped into a bar I pass on my way.

I like this old building and I’m so pleased that Te Pae is built around it and that it wasn’t demolished in the post-earthquake ‘knock ’em over’ frenzy.

I sat on a tall stool looking out at Victoria Square and enjoyed a refreshing Charlie Chaplin.