Woof! (first)

I really should get dressed. And do something with today.

"Hello? Is that the estate agent? Yes, I wondered if you'd like to take any more pictures of my flat..."

Dressed, up and tidied. Pebble in music classes. I am going to have (yet) another coffee and do the crossword. And then perhaps tackle the garden, albeit lightly.

I am off to Zoom gym class!

A GOOD THING:

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-55917350

Shame to lose the traditional smell of Domestos though. Did the advert really say 'big bad Dom with the directable jet' or was that a product of my adolescent imagination?

AHAHAHAHAHAH!!!!! made my day!!

btw the pub itself has been demolished and a marvellous car park made on the place. The idea was to rebuild it at St Fagans but doesn't look like it.

I actually came here to post this: https://twitter.com/DaveMcNamee3000/status/1357404
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Pockets everywhere, and not one of them big enough for your wallet.

Zippo armour.

#8 - Actually, the link suggests that that's exactly what's happening.

FosterMog has woken us up at 5.30 a. This is inappropriate for a Saturday.

I was distracted by the monkey in #9.

Yowzers. I hadn't even spotted him.

That's not something he hears very often.

Crumbs.

Forget-me-not blue, which is highly appropriate.

Thought it was a fetching shade of...

better not say.

I have not clicked on the monkey.

What I have done is shred some old paperwork, which is a very satisfying task.

I've just had to take the laptop upstairs to show MrM the monkey.

As his favourite memory of our holiday to Gambia was when an aged monkey in the forest sat by the path wanking at him.

He's perfectly normal usually....