Two for Joy

Rusty this evening managed to get two chicken legs in his mouth at once which took ages of manoeuvring but success was achieved.

I arrived home from Yorkshire after leaving Huddersfield Royal Infirmary where mum seemed quite a bit more cheerful. She had a bed ride to get a CT scan and I did warn the porter not to practise his handbrake turns today and the general banter kept her spirits up.

I drove home over the M62 which was as picturesque as usual listening to HE Bates 'Love for Lydia' on BBC Sounds which lasted all the way home. No chance of me not hitting my sleep quota tonight!