Cock...

Up with the larks we were... round to pick up
DDLC and part-time pooch Dash for a walk up Shottery Fields. It's probably par for the course that Withers knows everyone, or maybe everyone knows Withers. Either way, everyone stopped to chat... even the man who couldn't believe Pepe has no eyes and then promptly asked 'how does he see?' and I started to laugh while Lucy muttered 'through his arsehole' whilst rolling her eyes!

Off to the garden centre or more accurately to see Rosy at Poppy Galore to see what lovely goodies she had for us. Withers bought a lovely pink floating number and I bought black... obviously.

We collected Jake then came back home to picnic with Alice and Charlie instead of going to do the touristy visit to Bourton-on-the-Water in the pissing rain. Good decision. Alice was on top form... I even got a hug! Lovely to see little Paula too.

Mr Withers has just brought us curry and now we're wedged on the sofa. We're exhausted now. It's been a very busy day indeed.