Sunday: Tea Supplies

It was a tea-drinking sort of day.  Well, once we’d got our electricity sorted out.  We woke up this morning to find that none of our downstairs sockets were working.  No switches had tripped so it wasn’t possible to see what the problem was.  We called out an electrician and £310 later we were able to make a cup of tea.

That aside, we went to the pet store to return Barney’s igloo that he has steadfastly chosen to ignore.  We’ve now got him a little fluffy flat bed that he is looking at with equal disdain.