Messi

Local rumour has it that wee Leo tossed his shirt angrily into the Bleachfield trees after a hiding from the Gifford Goblins. And there it’s remained, as a lesson to everyone about the perils of hubris.

I tried to get the pug to try it on but he wasn’t having it.

While I was arsing about, Mrs Smith was up a set of ladders painting the bathroom ceiling.

To balance things out I made an aubergine and olive pasta thing.