Deep thought

Trotter is sitting in the kitchen, leaning against the oven, thinking. He is thinking very very hard indeed.

He is trying to remember why he is afraid of his dinner bowl, but nothing springs to mind.

So he gives up thinking, thankfully, as he finds it overall quite painful and frustrating, and goes into the sitting room and happily starts to shred up one of Martha's new books.

Fing looks over the top of his bi-focal's and wonders if he should stop him. He watches the little shabby black dog for several heartbeats before deciding he can't be bothered. Fing looks lovingly at his embroidery and applies another stitch.