Hot Diggity Dawg

There was a late twist in the tale of Tuesday when the friend with the be-urinated sofa requested a lift in Big Blue to collect a sofa that - to the best of her knowledge - hadn’t been whizzed on.

I like a road trip. Always seem to have really good conversations whilst on the move. It’s like people feel less inhibited when away from their homes.

With the rain pattering on the skylight, I enjoyed the luxury of a lie-in this morning and catching up on your blips. Some really lovely stories and photos doing the rounds. It’s a nice way to start the day.

It seemed to set the tone for the rest of the day, which passed with little stress and even the business update from our local leaders seemed to be quite positive.

There was a bit of a family matter to attend to and then with The Youngest away on a residential, it was a lad’s night for me and m’boy.

As per his request we had hot dogs and fries for tea, but I must confess that as the sausages expanded in the air fryer, I felt quite intimidated.

It’s been a while since I had something this big in my mouth.