The Summerhouse Rules

They outrageous, them rules.

Who live in this summer house? Who grindin' up those chews, pressin' that pillow, cleanin' up all this mess?

Who just plain live here, just breathin' in that smell?

Well, someone who don't live here made those rules. Those rules ain't for us. We are supposed to make our own rules. And we do. Every single day.


The cider summerhouse rules according to Rocket and Radar.

First rule...There are no rules.


Mr G's left to go back to work. Everyone's feeling a little flat, especially me.

I'm just letting the dogs do as they please whilst I get some reading done.