It is hot today, which means I care about two things. Ham, of course, and splashing about in water.
I have enjoyed the latter, but so far no ham. This is not good. I intend to have a word with Man later, or at the very least, clamber all over him when he is sleepings.
So far no scones or other contrabandings either. Last week I ate a scone off the side in the kitchen. I got shouted at for that and it wasn’t even worth it.
Man is right, scones are better with jam and butter. I can confirm though, that worktop scavenged hams is delicious. Whatever he says. So is Pizzas.
Went on three walkings today - man insisted on coming with me each time, before I could be bothered to do my foulings. When I did - after a snack of beans and tomatoes, it was in the park in front of three women with their babies.
Babies are fouling all the time, so why not Poppys? No one agreed though, even when I tried to write on their clothes in mud.
Shouty bastardings.
