Wet

Poor Teddy. I didn't make him stay outside for long - I think I spent a lot longer waiting for him.

He was amply rewarded with lashings of hot dandelion & burdock and toast with peanut butter & banana.

I'm planning on keeping this for the inevitable "You never let me do ANYTHING" flounce. The hair, Teds, the hair...

(In yesterday's news, the poor postman turned out to be the canvasser - it's part of their privatised responsibilities. He objects to having to deliver the stuff too, and has taken it to his boss. He's promised to bring me a new one to put up. I'll rephrase it. Missing off the word 'canvasser'.)