I caught up with my sleep last night, and did so heavily,
But managed to catch up with Sheffield Jane on video before I crashed
It was Roger who eventually woke me up wanting a wee at 9 ish.
Unlike Dorothy who used to gently occlude my airway with her own neck, Roger tapped my face playfully with a heavy paw
Mary, as usual was dead to the world.
I’ve walked and fed them and when they settle, I will go to Chester to meet my friend Nigel for lunch
This has pleased me as later tonight I’m off to see Troy Hawke a stand up comedian in his one man show.
As you can see from his improv video, he’s quick witted and as sharpe as Margot Channing.
I’m going with Rhian, one of the doctors at work.