I'm loving that toothless pic.
Mr C would be proud 1: Not as much as the Sunday Roast pic, however. Things are almost back to normal on the eating front. I reckon I can go for the full platter this Sunday.
It'll have to be eat in as I can't face tackling it without a stripy paw appearing over the plate, me enforcing boundaries firmly and the meat slithering off silently when I look up at the telly.
Mr C would be proud 2: Last night Jack Whitehall did a secret gig in my road. The manager heard Mr C had died and issued me a VIP ticket. It was vairy, vairy silly and funny.