I had to bribe Charlie. Two chocolate and peanut cornflake crispies bought me three minutes. He did bring me espresso in bed this morning, though. Poppet.
Thank you so much for all the lovely comments and hearts on Teds (fka Teddy) yesterday. I'm being a woeful blipper right now. I'm up to my neck in Other People's Ironing and battling my way through tax credits. I seem to have lost 3 months when my MacBook died last year: I'm hoping to find something on the other laptop, but that means going into Windows-land and I have no wine.
I've rewarded myself for being brave in advance by ordering a few hours of Stewart Granger's company. Oh and Gregory Peck, too. Just in case...
Listening to the boys chattering
Clothes being actually too big to wear rather than just loose
Watching Charlie gardening