Friday night

I was very glad it was Friday. Monday seemed years ago. A great Burns celebration to end the working week, reaffirming to us all of the importance of the celebrations and gatherings.
By the time we'd left the pub and picked up some dinner A had chewed off the front leg of Space Dog with hunger. He had also had plenty time to busy himself making the table look lovely whilst awaiting our arrival.
We had to make amends for our tardiness by playing his new boardgame. Much amusement trying to even understand the rules. And it's quite a simple game really.