'Shausted

It was a busy afternoon.  Once THEY did come back from their gaddings about, SHE and me did go out into the garden, and we did dig up lots of pesky things called soursobs.  No, not sour sods but they are little sods and SHE hates them with a passion.

Apparently some idiot way back in the 19th Century or some such thing did think they would make a good garden plants and they did import them into Australia, and now they are the noxiousist weed ever.

So then we did come back inside, and she is doing something called a cook-fest, and I did go to sleep.