Billy Big Bollox

There was definitely a moment this morning when Fat Satan remembered what he’d been missing this past few years.

The dogs are nothing if not generous when it comes to Mother’s Day gifts. And I’m nothing if not reluctant when it comes to bagging them up. Mrs S undertakes that necessary duty, even on Mother’s Day.

In my defence, I did head out to the recycling centre as soon as we got back home after clearing out the garage. And there’s steak pie and a glass of red waiting for her later.

Ruby rolled in with a pal at 2am and had numerous bathroom visits so at 6am I gave in and got up. By late morning I’d finished off Wednesday’s presentation. So, all’s well that ends well.