No Time for Fika!

After a very busy morning with the aerial man coming to fix the television, and then a plumber to fix the heating, I have been doing the embellishings at the local garden centre.

The Wretched One said put him in a basket, but the Kindly Mister thought I'd be happier sitting with the flying pigs.

I love a drink and a snack, but today has been all work, work work, for me.
I may join a Union.