i-eye Day 79:- Saturday Sorted

The boys are away at Fulham, the weather is grotty and my back is no better (but no worse either) so we have devised a Little House on the Prairie Marathon to occupy us. I should have added a box of tissues as we cry at pretty much every episode.

The dog has again been promised the seaside for tomorrow; she'll be packing her bags if we let her down again. Poor thing with only three beds to lie on and only freshly cooked free-range chicken to eat. Nightmare.


Edit - three episodes in, floods of tears already!

Edit 2 - we are going to have to get in some specialist equipment to dry out the carpets.