A friend for dinner

Tonka brought this little chap home for dinner. I was not convinced that Tonka's intentions were on the up and up with this invitation. I escorted the guest to the wooded part of the garden while Tonka was locked in the bathroom. The guest didn't seem sorry to miss meal time but the host massacred a loo roll in outrage.

F came round for tea and fell asleep on the sofa. A tiring week all round. Friday tomorrow and I'm looking forward to the weekend.

Saturday is C's birthday. I didn't know what to get but settled on National Trust membership (he's not on blip so he this won't give it away). That reminds me I must continue to winkle him into joining. I will also make apple crumble with birthday candles as he doesn't like cake.