Forced...

I am not rhubarb and you cannot force me.

I am being forced to have a cuddle because she's been at work for long hours. When all I really want to do is play ball.

I love ball.

When it comes to ball I am all rhubarb.

Random thought for the day - talking of rhubarb - I hope my pal Chrissy H is feeling better after her horrific burns (caused by hot rhubarb) necessitating a stay in hospital and weeks of nursing support.

And here's me thinking you're meant to eat it?!

Edit - Maud was actually sitting on my knee on this. She loves doing that - in fact she likes to be attached generally.