Attack Mode
Hours of fun with a bit of string hanging from the radiator.
Sleep. Eat. Play with string. Repeat.
What a life.
I've broken my self-imposed no cats, no flowers rule again. A minor, err, blip.
Mainly because I went for my first run in a couple of weeks and came home absolutely knackered. There was literally no-way that I was going to go back outside and take pictures. Or really do anything except collapse on the sofa.
That half-marathon seems like a loooong time ago.
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