Wet Wilson

The weather is miserable, dark and dreary! There's not much you can really do with a dank dark Friday night than lay on the sofa, watch crappy tv and drink wine. So that's what I decided to do tonight!

I haven't mentioned it but I recently injured my ankle and have to keep it elevated when I'm sat down so I have kept a pile of cushions constantly on the sofa (Peter has been banished to one of the chairs!). But I found tonight that in the time it took me to hobble to the fridge to top up my drink Wilson had come in through the cat flap, soaked to the skin, and taken up residence on my elevation device! :-)