Ah, Baggs must have missed that one!
Doodle you may have a bit of a wait, unless you want to hear (possibly again?) about how I sh%t myself in Lidls car park, or how I nearly performed a leg amputation on Oliver Sprout this morning while letting him in through the kitchen window.
Or how I've decided that the curtains I was trying in the bedroom might be more suited to the sitting room of an elderly lady in the 1970/1980's.
And that Minnie seems to have developed some rather odd behaviour, which leads her to decide that I am definitely a potential cat murderer, leading her to dash up the stairs like a whopper on steroids, scattering rugs in her small but perfectly formed wake.
Other than that, all pretty boring, really.