Slightly dusty, dozing Doddy

We went down to Hartlepool this afternoon to visit Red's dad. Andrew had Enjoy-a-ball in the morning, so to save time I prepared a car picnic lunch. As evidenced by George's light coating of crisp dandruff.

Why he felt the need to take nine books with him, I don't really know. Especially since he conked out the minute he'd finished stuffing his face.