Our cat wept again today. Standing in the darkened hall, wailing for mummy.

Such a heartfelt cry, as she pawed the loo door, demanding entry. I opened it, if only to convince her, I did not keep mummy there.

She had wandered after five days of hiding, I allowed this. She had to see, to understand, that mummy would not come home.

A pimp saw to that.

On that fifth day, she had stood on the table as mummy left work. She had waited patiently for 20mins, until even she detected a change of direction.

She climbed out, a little peeved by this insane female behaviour. I looked away, words failed to fall.

She never did this thing again, but she is smart. Convinced of one thing.

Wherever in Norwich mummy is, she is not here.

At home.