Work?

Do you want to go to work every day?

No, I didn't think so.

And neither do I.

aprecious insists on taking my picture even if I am having a bad hair day.

And no, I don't want to work the camera. Darling.

Maud did not want her photo taken today. I don't blame her, it is so close I appear to have melted in a wicked witch of the west way. If you come round later there will probably just be a pair of socks left where I once was...

Incidentally, I am not actually wearing socks.