Tap! Tap! 'Scuse me lady. Tap! Tap!
This is the nightly ritual of one of my cats. She lies on me in bed and gently taps me on the arm about once every 20 seconds so that I might fuss her. I've tried explaining the importance of scramble with friends to her but she is unrelenting.
If it isn't ghastly out tomorrow we will be taking the dog to the seaside so he can pee on every one of Anthony Gormley's tin men.
If it isn't ghastly out tomorrow we will be taking the dog to the seaside so he can pee on every one of Anthony Gormley's tin men.