JUST ROOKING

The sun was shining at Peterborough Services and the rooks were checking out the picnic tables when I stopped for lunch on my way home.

I phoned Mum when I got in to be told that her dishwasher door wouldn't close properly... "I'm sure it isn't your fault, darling." Well so am I, but she obviously thinks it must be. Never mind, my Texan sister A2 arrives on Thursday so she'll get the blame for everything that goes wrong while she's here!