Not sure which of the kittens was responsible but this was the sight that greeted me when I got home with the weekly shop at lunch time.
After some minor surgery the loo roll is expected to make a recovery - at least to the extent that it will be able to lead a complete life, though I'm a bit worried about what might happen to him when I go out in a few minutes to take my mother out to one of the local garden centres for tea.
Generally feeling okay - managed to cope with a couple of really irritating people without losing it earlier in the week - managing to keep it together with work - just hope I can keep it all together with my mother this afternoon - and just remember that she isn't the person that she was and the memory just doesn't exist in the same way.