Afternoon wenches.
Feeling much better. DS2 did come for a walk. Think we did about three miles in total but he had his promised ice cream —and so did I—
Oh dear Wicked, that doesn’t sound much fun. You need, as my grandma would have said, putting in a bag and shaking up. Or just stay in the bath with AD (grandma wouldn’t have said that).
Subconscious was spectacularly uncooperative Fancy
Hope ScaredyCat is okay and there’s nothing serious wrong with her paw.
I have ironed whilst watching Glastonbury stuff before it disappears off iPlayer today. Watched The Killers from last year —again—. Totally worth the singed fingers. I’m now watching their set from 2004 