'Dangleberries'

I'm sure I've used that title before. Joe was a freaking nightmare this morning. Up at goodness only knows what time, shouting 'Who will help me fix my bed. I'm tired. Who will help me get back to sleep'. I know what I wanted to shout back, but we went for the ignoring technique, with some Paddington Bear staring over the breakfast table thrown in for good measure.

Harry came in from the garden with dangleberries hanging from his nether regions. They were promptly chopped off and he was promptly thrown in the bath.

Today is a lovely day though. Opendoor and I are both off. He and Joe are off to shovel horse poo at the allotment while I do this and contemplate the weekend events.

I'm still feeling the love that joins up our lives.