Summer Man Pad

Taking a leaf out of the family cat's book of "Many lives Philosophy" (see below, she's a Black Belt 9th Dan at being chilled):

I decided I needed a summer "chill space" of my own to do some casual reading while pretending to be gardening (see below, the Defending the Rock of Gibraltar book already in place):

And the "social drink" is there for purely medicinal purposes ;)

Cat stops wargaming play!

The family cat (called "Wish") thinks that she has found her perch for the night, astride my sons school bag on the kitchen table. She seems settled and very comfy, in cat-like contentment (see below):

So I skilfully engage in a "man-to-cat discourse" explaining to her the need for my use of the table to instigate my next episode in my wargaming education, namely a game of Panzer Leader with some friends who will be arriving very shortly (see below):

She seems to say, "Panzer Leader by Avalon Hill you say" (see below):

"Are you kidding!" She is not impressed! I had to resort to cat-treat blackmail!