Baz dreams

A day which saw a visit from a Museum Curator who provided some gardening advice.  We arrived home late tonight from a gig in the Toon.  We were locked out.  As I opened the letter box I could just see Baz’s eyes.  ‘Let me in’ I said.  Baz said ‘Me. ‘ow?’

Harry is currently keeping the rabbits down and Bibs has been performing cabaret on top of the lum can.  Strange but true.

Baz will be issuing no further statements.