Grainy Santa Biskit

To be honest and EB. 
 
This poor old soul can’t make the pace anymore. 
 
Washed the salt off the car first thing
 
Sainsburys delivery next, and that always drains me with all the stowing of a fortnight’s groceries – finding the freezers over full did not help. 
 
Then straight off to pick up hound for a sleepover until Thursday/Friday.
 
Then taking said hound out for a ‘W’ (compulsory on arrival . . . )
 
Then cooking lunch (Sunday-left-overs-soup and toast).
 
Then an after lunch nap which lasted and hour and a half . . .
 
Then ‘W’ number two – a short one.
 
Now getting dinner – just cold cuts and spuds etc so not too bad.
 
 
And all I got was a quick telephone snapshot of Biskit in his Santa cold weather coat that he was wearing when I collected him – not really needed today . . .
 
 
I’ll try harder tomorrow.