Yesterday was trash and compost pick-up day. (Yes, I know, fascinating.) When I got home after work, I therefore rolled the bins from the street back to their usual places, and while I was doing that, I spotted Ouzo inside the house, watching me from the bay window up on the second floor.

And what do you know, sure enough when I walked in the door, Ouzo was waiting for me in the hall...

Can you say affective disorder?