Feeding time

Mrs S was away to Dublin at 5am so I was on pug duty bright and early for his morning deep clean and eat as much as you can get away with routine.

After that it was out for a walk along the riverbank and when the kids started to emerge I suggested a walk at the beach in the glorious sunshine. The reception to that idea ranged from the cold to the half arsed shrug.

So, I returned to the slash and burn operation in the garden. Until the cries for food could be ignored no longer and we popped along to Merry Hatton for scoff, more cacti for Eve and then on to Knowes Farm for chook feeding and ice creams then home for more slashing and burning.