No expeditions to Chiltern Open Air Museum for us
this weekend. Archie cut his paw on Thursday so has been told he has to let it heal up
a bit before boinging around on it.
So instead we are faced with having to spend the
weekend doing languishing.
Languishing next to the computer.
Languishing in the nasturtiums.
Languishing on the Madwoman's pillows
Languishing on the beanbag
Languishing in the sunshine
Languishing in the shade
Languishing down the end of the garden
Languishing under a fleece
Languishing in a box of gooseberries
Is that enough languishing yet?
No?
Pffffft.
3 comments:
But you do it so well! Hope the paw heals soon -
Thank you ... Archie felt so much better today that he attempted to fly from the top of his crate to the front door. Unfortunately he tripped on take off and hit the decks instead, straining his left shoulder again and banging his bonce. The Madwoman has been instructed to cook turkey and ply us with gravy bones to assist healing ...
Florence Nightingale could do no more.
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