The Percy-cutor

All is well again in Percy's world.  No more having to think of new and nastier ways to terrorise a dog. That huge, smelly black thing has gone home and P can relax while still controlling the sitting room from his favourite vantage point on the back of the sofa.

I've had a really exciting day - not!  Washing, vacuuming up dog hair from the most unlikely places, and hours spent trying to get the printer to work.  TM was on his way to buy a new one when suddenly it came good - so I get the kudos of having fixed it, even if  I've no idea what I did.