Dog jabs and books

You have to admit a contemporary update, a no-holds-barred Life of Spaffer will be fun, in a "there, I knew he was a bad 'un" sort of way. I know  a few are in the pipeline, with M'Learned Friends crawling all over them, ready for the Christmas market.

Yesterday Oonsetta and I went for dog* jabs. Today we have the sore arms, lassitude and shivers. So obviously lunch had to be Sutor Creek pizza. Any excuse has to be a good one.

* dog = doddery old geezer, though only in my case of course