King of the Toilet!

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

Caro took this delightful photo of Punky and I knew I had to share it with you. Punky has got into the habit of following us into the bathroom so he can LEAP onto the basin and play with the water.

I just love how imperious and proud he looks here. "I am MASTER of the toilet!" his tail seems to say.

Other than that, not very much apparently got done today. We went out briefly to look at furniture in the morning. The sad truth is that Big F***-Off Couch is probably too big and f***-off for the new living room and we will have to ditch it after moving. 

It is a shame. We have loved that couch. All four of us.

But on the other hand we get to have a new couch. To be honest, I have worn a deep bum-groove into the old one so perhaps a change in furniture is not such a bad thing. Caro showed me some options today, and I waved a hand and said, "Let it be so". Or something like that.

It's Punky and his imperious tail. It is infectious.

But after furniture window-shopping it was just back to the flat to watch the filums. And write podcasts. I'm going to re-record The Lair of the White Worm episode this weekend. Annoyingly, I have discovered NEW SALIENT FACTS and want to squish them in. 

Annoying, but fun.

S.