I am sitting at my desk working away and Henry is at my office "window" (overlooking, alas, the current journal stacks), keeping guard. So far he has protected me from staff shelving journals and two colleagues with the temerity to knock at my office door.
Henry doesn’t know this yet, but he is off to a grooming appointment in about an hour. He will undergo a blueberry facial (not a joke) among other grooming necessities, inevitably concluding with a jaunty bandanna (stars and stripes perhaps?) tied round his neck. About five minutes after Telfer comes home tonight, the bandanna, no matter how festive, will find its way to the trash.