Pig on Head

Oh just look what SHE has made me do in a sort of homage to the master tache himself, Mr John.  I threw it off quick smart and gave it a right squeaking.

It's been a terrible day and H and I haven't even been taken for a walk.  She has spent all day rummaging and saying prayers to St Anthony but he sent the goods as she found her passport.  She has also been reviewing some old trip photos and is going to start some back blipping.  You have been warned.  It's been boring as batshit.