It was cold and dark outside.
Everyone had been fed.
Stella was sleeping on her pillow in her usual
'head on the floor' position.
Washing was done but still needed finishing off
with help from the heater.
But where was Rory??
His bed was empty??
Shhhh. Don't tell mum I'm here.
He looks so darn comfy it's bloomin hard to make him
get off the lounge.
I am the boss. I am the boss. I am the boss.
If I say it enough times, it WILL be true won't it???
Hope your weekend was a good one mates.
No worries, and love, Carol