I think the rat was in the kitchen again early this morning. The evidence is suggestive rather than conclusive- noises, a spice jar knocked into the rubbish bin, a meaty piece of string dragged to the middle of the floor. Since s/he keeps coming back I think s/he needs a more than generic name. The rabbits are Tish and Tosh. The rat can be Trash. Ailz suggests getting a cat to complete- or deplete- the menage.
We took my father in law to the doctor's last night and then to fill a prescription. I was the fittest of the party and got to do all the leg work. The nearest out-of-hours pharmacy was in Sainsbury's. I still find it slightly weird that prescription medicines are being dispensed in supermarkets. One of the guys in the pharmacy queue was also buying carrots - and the white coated assistant put them through the till for him.