Behold The Belly Of Death

And no-one shall stroke it with impunity...

But given that it's Munni, you'll be there all day stroking her and she won't mind a bit.  This is her celebrating having taken over my chair again despite the fact that I was there first and it is my chair.  She loves doing that.  And I suppose we could call this a Victory Sprawl.  She does seem to celebrate to excess.

Our day was swallowed by another German workman.  Regular visitors will know that I am very sceptical about the reputation of the endlessly efficient German worker.  This proved to be no exception.

He was supposed to install a new satellite, and make sure that we could get all the channels that we did when we lived back in the middle of town.  Should have been easy for a skilled tradesman. 

Or so you'd think.

Let's just say that when you're trying to tune in a new receiver using the remote, it helps if the remote actually has 2 batteries instead of just one.  That'll be the "new" remote that he gave us. 

And it's also a wee bit cheeky to ask for payment in cash when the job is half done.  And we're not talking 100 Euro...

Not impressed.