Weekends Are Exhausting

My Dear Princess & Dear Fellows,

The cold snap continued through to this morning. I was awoken by a violent hailstorm at 5am. The flat was cold and dark, so I decided to get up early and try to warm the place by cranking up the heaters.

The lads appreciated it. As you can see, Punky made the most of it, rolling around and purring. 

Cazza, on the other hand, came up with a cunning plan of her own; not getting up. She was up late last night working and got out of her bed at THREE O'CLOCK IN THE AFTERNOON. 

Not that I have exactly been a hive of activity myself. There's been a certain amount of B&W movie watching going on. And maybe even the odd nap.

Weekends. They take it out of ya.

S.