Let's Dance

"Put on your shoes Red, and dance the blues." Or something like that, anyway.

George led me a merry dance this morning, waking at 5.30am with a chorus of "Can we get up now? Can we get up now? Can we get up now?"

He wouldn't be convinced this wasn't the greatest idea ever, insisting "I are starving."

Though of course, once we'd got up and I asked him what he wanted to eat, his answer was (entirely predictably) "nothing."

Bet David Bowie never put up with nonsense like that.