Poorly

Little beasty was sick last night. About 20 times between half past ten and half five in the morning...

This morning he was awake by nine thirty and his temperature was sky high.

You'd think that he would be quite subdued, wouldn't you?

Then you would be wrong, very wrong indeed....


You'll forgive me for my lack of commenting. I've got to go and be a slave


Oh, and had a great time today sitting on top loading the washing machine. Again and again....

Great! somehow the computer has uploaded the image flipped. I kind of like it....