On the plus side, I was so bored that I was able to force myself to write five hundred words of the Children’s Fantasy Novel (A prince! A witch! Wolves! Fur coats! Cannibalism! Backstory! Bad people who don’t walk around with Evil tattooed on their foreheads! Orgies if I can get away with it!), which I have been failing to get down to. I know what happens, I just find it hard to get around to writing it down. I think that this is because I enjoy making things up (my colleagues have stopped commenting on the fact that every time they drive past me I am talking to myself), but actually find writing a bit dull.
In other news, Hero Cat Saves Abandoned Baby. Personally, I tend to think that heroism should involve a bit more than meowing, although I suppose the cat did risk boots getting chucked at it. Alternatively, it could have just slept on the baby and waited until the morning. Nothing emits heat like a sleeping cat.