At about ten past five this evening (Sunday) we had a surprise visit. It would have been less of a surprise if we had remembered that last night at Pam’s party we were asked if Biskit could have a sleep-over as the family had been invited to a late night Sunday do – don’t ask . . .
Well I was already at the FNDG wash-up meeting when Biskit turned up and Mrs W telephoned me, so I had to finish the business in hand before coming home. It would be rude not to.
After the greetings Biskit’s first thoughts are “Where’s my pull” and “Let’s play”. This is shortly followed by “You’ve got to get it off me FIRST!!”
I’m a bit adrift with commenting again, will catch up soon.