Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain that's all it's done this afternoon. I've spent most of it upstairs with daddy, I would have taken advantage of the crappy weather to have a sleep but he decided it was a perfect time to tidy up, fine idea in itself badly executed. Wherever I decided to settle he appeared bag in one hand, duster in another, some days there's just no resting.
Talking of resting I think George needs to I've just seen him out of the window limping, yep limping from one of his back legs. Not only has he got an almost permanent weepy eye but a limpy leg as well, you would have thought at his age he would have learnt how to take care of himself.