The cat food is disappearing. The trap is set. Somehow Smokey utilises a zero-gravity field which prevents the trap going off. Maybe he's lost weight. But his one big weakness is food, so I shall keep persevering. We have a collar ready for him, and we'll book him in for the vet, and then let him decide what he wants to do with his life...

The contest went quite well, and there were no major mishaps, apart from a tuning slide on a euphonium that kept falling out. It was set at its maximum length due to it being so out of tune. I think it was the nerves that caused it to wobble free. Haven't heard the results yet; I understand the senior band didn't do well, but as always we were grouped in with the next grade up. The Auxiliary band collected a couple of trophies, however.

Quite mild here. Still plenty of leaves on the trees. We've only had one slight frost.

Spent 5 hours yesterday tidying the lounge. Even tipped up the sofas. Rachael is doing her best to untidy it. People have been giving me tips about how to make her tidy her room. Most involve a large rubbish bag for all the toys.

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