Regular readers will have noticed a lack of transmission, due to me being at home last week and my server being down, for this we can only apologise.
In the past week........
Trotter was calm for a very brief and lovely moment and was very sleepy and a touch confused.
Fat Boy Faggot, who hates the new bath and will not sleep in it, has taken to sitting in random places in the house, to see if he can get a feel for another room in the house. As you can see, he doesn't find the kitchen side particularly comfortable.
Tutz has been practising trying to pop her eyes out her head, without any success thankfully.
Giggsey Girl the Stupid Slug face has hired a team of professional polishers to buff her up on a daily basis.
Lulu practised smiling and being happy, which lasted around 3 minutes before Trotter jumped on the sofa, so she bit his ankle.
And Boy? My Boy Fing? After dragging some clothes into a pile and peeing on them, inadvertently peeing all over my favourite white suede Reebok's, and black Diesel trainers, after sitting on the side and pushing a pint of water into the open drawer and soaking all my tee-shirts, after jumping into the airing cupboard, tipping all the clean towels onto the floor so that Trotter could pee on them, after opening the cupboard door and getting the dog iams out of the cupboard so that Lulu ate the entire bag and was sick, after opening the back door and letting Trotter out into the garden, after all these things, he slept as sound as a baby with no hint of remorse.
Boy.
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