Tuesday, 26 November 2013
Once upon a time, Kizzie would have charged around the house to stop me putting those ears on her head, there may have been pain. Today, she just sat and sighed. My girl is grown up.
I sorted out a pile of washing, whites in this pile, coloureds in that basket, brought the whites down to wash and lost Murphy. He was sitting with his head buried in the basket of mucky socks! He did eventually emerge but had a look of sublime bliss on his face. I do believe he is a proper boy...
Posted by Wendy at 15:28