Chips

There's quite a bit to say about this photo for those interested in the minutiae of our lives. The boxes contain our remarkable collection of toilet rolls. The 75 that we have in stock are not as a result of panic-buying, but due to A signing up for a subscription without working out how many we use! After three months, we still had rather more than half of the first box of 48 left, when the second box arrived last week! However, the mountain has been put to good use: yesterday Django learned to retrieve his "chips" from the corner of the top box. He can just do it with his feet on the ground. The joke in the house was that he's got time to work on his strength and agility before the next box of 48 rolls arrives in August, raising the stack to three cases, but A has sensibly put a stop to that by cancelling the subscription. Django's "chips" is a rubber, squeaky McDonald's-like box of fries that Biologist gave him for Christmas in 2018. He's played with them ever since: chasing them if thrown along the landing, and returning them by pushing with his nose. Sadly they are developing a tear so (for £1!) I ordered a replacement at the weekend!