Because of the days of rain and mud, we all got a little bit of cabin-fever today, resulting in someone going a little psycho and nippy.
Now she’s back inside but clipped up to a chair, and feeling all repentant.
Surely it’s all country music, when played out in the country?
She’s all like I have no idea, will you throw the ball left or right, left or right, surprise me…
Finally got the team together for a photo.
In Neils defense, he was just basking in the sun on HIS balcony before Nicks barged out, surprising him.
He now does usually let her walk past without snarling.
If there ever was a time to drive a Swedish car with a sturdy leather interior, it is now.
But no, I’m driving a Honda swathed in velour, if Nicks even glances at a panel, it becomes coated in spit and mud.
WE either have to become MUCH better at sitting still, or just give up on the interior.
I know, I know, it must be the former, or all paths will lead to hell.
A brief rest in the shade.