Friday, 1 July 2011

Yawn

Off to bed to read for a while.  Neckache and stuff today, and a busy day tomorrow - Birmingham theatre day.


Why does my dog start to eat, slowly, when I say, "Bedtime.."?  I don't think I am coping  very well with her at the moment. I need a giant cage in which to put her crate. Or indoor fencing. Or early retirement.


Things you wish you knew before:
My Gran brought a cauliflower round once when I had invited her and Pap to dinner, while the parents were away.  There were so many flies in it we two were hysterical.  My Pap seemed to enjoy it though.

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