Late in the Day

It is The Boss’s Birthday. He is ?? which is one ? more than before. He actually smells about the same but The Bossess wouldn’t let him take me out today ‘Cos she needed the movement for her knee and so he did all the other stuff involving Suzz and the need to eat the home made loaves that “L” had baked for the occasion. He had bread for lunch and Tea and will be having it for Breakie tomoro too. It is beautiful white stuff with no healthy bits and safe for him to devour in his current “delicate” condition. It is amazing what you get to eat this way.
One of the really disappointing aspects of all this is that fresh bread is no longer left on the kitchen bench. AND as the wonderful German bloke in Hogan’s Hero’s used to say….I Kno Nussing…Nussing!

Right.

This is a Northerly build up and we all watched this as we sat at a Cafe where The Bosses had got a special afternoon tea for The Boss. I got a special anchoring to the chair legs but lots of admiration and cuddles from passing ladies. The Boss is right about this…I am a bird magnet. heh heh heh

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