Canine concern

Oh dear, a complete emergency blip end to the week. My journal appears to be turning into a catalogue of the car boot contents of our house.

I imagine this little tin once contained boiled sweets that tasted like perfume and dust. It now contains Milo's conker collection and lives on top of the piano as he keeps asking 'please may I eat those bonkers mummy?'

The dog looks a little concerned at Little Lady Lucy's over-filled trug, don't you think?