Biskit Wednesday

Hound sitting again today
 
 
Blip - I can see through tables . . .    Biskit eyeing the treat that he hopes he is going to get.
 
First extra - “You threw them there, you get them”.  This is Biskit’s version of ‘fetch’
 
Second extra - The lamppost poet strikes again.  I thought I would just add these.
 
 
Much of the day taken up with a twenty minute job to replace one of our PIR sensors.  The replacement was just to big to go back where the original was, so I had to reposition it.  This would not have been too bad if the doorknob hadn’t fallen off the shed door.  Took forever to find a replacement screw to hold the knob on again.  Then the screw that holds the cover on the new PIR sensor disappeared - this is where the time goes!  All in all the twenty minute job took an hour and a half, and Biskit had taken cover away from Grumpy Grampy.
 
Now to get tea on - bangers and mash for three . . .