Breakfast in bed

Angus and I had a big row last week. Bad things were said and we both felt a bit bruised afterwards. But since then something miraculous has happened. We have both decided to be really really nice to each other.

This morning he made me breakfast in bed and let me have a lie in (pictured). In return, I didn't grumble when he went into work on his day off. So then he bathed Squidge so that I could catch up on my work. Which in turn got him a lovely roast chicken supper and a glass of red.

Nauseating ain't it? Ha ha. Long may it last!