Who Stole All The Biscuits?

I went to see Heather and poor Ethel this morning. Primarily the idea was to sort out a few things for our joint birthday party but I was also keen to see how Ethel was doing after her terrifying experience with a badger on Sunday.

She seemed fairly bright under the circumstances but will be having stitches tomorrow on her mouth as its not healed as well as the vet would have liked.

Harley and I made a last minute plan to meet Carol and Bracken on the seafront and we had a lovely walk and in my case, a chat as well.

As I settle down to watch some football this evening I thought I would enjoy a biscuit with my cup of tea. Where had they all gone?