Over it

Poor Cousteau is fed up. He's fed up with his bandage. He's fed up with his sleepy, sickly mum. He's fed up with the rain that means he hasn't been for a walk for the past two days.

He was somewhat placated by a treat hunt around the house in the dark.

The doctor confirmed today that I have Influenza B, so will be off school for the rest of the week.

Night all.

~Barking~