Leroy is attacking imaginary stuff in the undergrowth. He's in a right strop. An hour late for his walk due to DS's last Young Driver Driving Lesson (he's 17 next week so god help other road users now) and he's let me know how I've utterly failed him.
I've got Dreamies. It won't take him long to love me again.
(((Hugs))) to all broke Litter Trayers. Been there, done that. Fuck knows how I got through it, but I did and so will you. I'm still a pleb, but I'm a just-over-the-poverty-line-pleb rather than under it!