Butt chicken

Afternoon..

How's your Sunday?
Mine is still inexplicably breathless, and not in a good way. Which is more than a little bit frustrating.

Little is at a party, Littlest is watching CBeebies iplayer, Mr is watching the rugby. All is well.
I have mostly been perusing holidays on the interweb until I realised it was time to anoint this chap with a Cajun style fake tan, shove a can of meddled with lager up its arse and pop it into the oven.

I'm now blipping whilst walking the dog through a swamp. I fear us dog walkers and our faithful hounds will mutate into hippos before long.
Oh, and I'm still wearing the leaky welly.

Squelch.