Dough!

.... I forgot to post this.

I promised Alexander we'd make our own pizzas, and then he slept right through it. That might be because we also went to the swimming lesson plus lunch (I'm increasingly sure that Alexander only really goes for the Hokey Cokey in the lesson (I enjoyed legally dunking him too) and then the café), at least three supermarkets and then the vets. No wonder he fell asleep.

Not until after he'd given everyone in the vets the third degree:
"our cat's done a poo, has your cat done a poo?"
"what is your pet's name? My cat is called Fergus"
"Is that a wolf?"
"I don't like dogs"
"Does your dog have sharp teeth?"