A Bad Mix

The Cygnet had a complete meltdown temper tantrum this morning.
I had to have stern words with him.
But he calmed down without me having to resort to anything else.

Today he learnt how to turn the handles to open the front door.
Next it will be his bedroom door (but the handle there is harder and the door stiffer to open) - then the trouble starts.

I took him for a long walk this afternoon which included the underpass where he had to take a rest.

The walk also took us past this signpost.

Why do they insist on mixing imperial and metric?
It shows a lack of thought - or conviction.




The casual pose and hair screams out "Call me Spike"