Delivery for Joe

At the ripe old age of 16 and a half, Joe has been rewarded with fancy new food. I got it once because it was a marvellous offer but then just carried on because he eats it all and it ends up costing less because I don’t have to throw half of it away. And it has his name all over it which is nice.

I’m looking forward to it not always being dark. I’m struggling to go swimming in the dark and cold. Struggling = not going.