...looking at a few new bits for at home...they had some lovely cushions for sale and was sorely tempted.....but then this picture came to mind......
......and I remember that my new cushions quickly become old cushions....he loves to make a comfy nest....and it seems a bit unfair to try a keep him off after all these years, especially as he looks so cute in all his winter coat, which he is pulling off in his teeth and spitting out on the carpets. It's a good job I'm not houseproud...how could I be...I live with Darsh...who is poorly again, so much so that he rang the girls last night, just in case he didn't make it through the night. Poor lambs got a cough and a sore throat...so he's back on a few little antibiotics to make him feel better. He's had to cancel todays meeting and just gone back to bed. I suppose it is the season for man flu, [this one and the other 11 months of the year.] Not a great deal of sympathy, but then I did find him out in the garage in bare feet, bare arms and bare legs the other day. I suppose I should be grateful that he had got a pair of summer shorts on. It was just above freezing and the dog had already sneaked back in the warmth, [he's a fair weather mouser, a bit like me and my gardening]
....closely followed by it's partner......
It didn't take a lot to make a girl happy/sad in those days....and just look at the fingers she used to cut....
....a slight bit of exaggeration there Sara....a bit like your father and his man flu?
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