I dare you to move

He doesn’t like me chucking him off my lap. I am his doormat and should know better.  This is a look that I know well …

Lazy morning. Doesn’t happen very often. Dyed TSM’s hair. Got the car cleaned inside and out, thank god. Overdue. It was like the foreshore of the Thames in there: muck and sand and strange objects in dark and dirty corners. 

Exhausted for some reason when I got home, sat on the settee and fell into a long deep sleep.

Strange day. Definitely feeling autumnal now…