Feast your eyes...
Pooch does rather love his argyle patterns (they make him feel closer to the golf he feels he ought to play).
Then there is a gorgeous pink t-shirt.
And as if all this wasn't enough, look at this amazing stuff....
On the Pooch front I have to revise Thursday to one full hour because I forgot we had lunch. So that is...
- Thursday (revised): 1 hour
- Sunday: 5 hours (I was tricked into eating there in the evening which is undoubtedly where the crochet went wrong)
- Monday (today): 0.1 hour.
That's right peeps...Pooch popped in for a quick 6 mins (I timed it so this tally could retain statistical validity) after I got back from work during half time of the 5pm game.
Poo - half an hour more cursed tidying before slumping in front of the really appalling yet addictive Rosemary and Thyme on TV. Such hammy acting although I always end up feeling sorry for Pam Ferris. At leat she pretends to be doing it a bit seriously where as that woman from that 70s thing about the self-sufficient people living next door to Margo and Jerry just mucks about being totally over the top all the time.
Um. I just critiqued Rosemary & Thyme? Wow. I really am willing to do anything to avoid the tidying. That's the problem with moving. You can't move a mess - you have to at least put it in a box first.