Garden conversations

Whisky: "So there I was in the flower bed when the feline nextdoor decided to take a look in the shed. Damn cheek. It's my shed and she knows it. Still, I can't be bothered moving so can you just go and shoo her out, there's a good slave."

Me: [sigh] "Pickle, please will you get out of the shed..."


A day of gardening in the sun, with Whisky sitting on the guinea-pig run, and the guinea pigs mowing the lawn. A very nice way to spend the day.

I'm the new girl tomorrow! I best get a good night's kip to be all sparkly for Monday morning. I'll let you know how it goes...


Bonus points if you can guess what action Whisky's facial expression is really showing.