Waiting for the postman

Murphy is five today. He was waiting by the front door for the postman, not because he was expecting any cards but he likes to chew the post.

I had bought him some doggy fairy cakes but as they were tiny they disappeared so quickly and hence had vanished before I had focussed the camera.

As Murphy’s half brother Milo died when he was two every additional birthday is celebrated in style.

David has of course been in my thoughts today.

My brother-in-law came to see me briefly having been to see his mother. I’ve just heard from Angelique that he is home safely.