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What a life.
I've just finished a run on the treadmill. I'm shattered, probably overdone it again. Looks outside and sees how sunny it is, decides to have 5 minutes sit down out there.
Gets in the garden, plonks myself on the bench, and Zanzi appears, my cat. My huge, scruffy, stinky old farm cat.
He's not a lap cat, doesn't know how.
But today he tried 😬
I'm covered in puncture holes!!
Why the need to go round and round and then make biscuits?!?

Ohhh I needs me shower 😁

My #Today so far.
#today
MiniMia 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿 🇵🇸
Much the same here, except the running was walking, outside, there was no cat, there *was* a singing lesson, cheese scones are in the oven, washing's dry and I've creosoted the garden gate.
That's me done for the day!
Or I might do some more gardening.
But probably not 🤣
Have a lovely afternoon 🥰
Justin Farrimond
Can't think of creosoting without thinking of . . .
Cartoon pic of a man and a tin of creosote 'treating' a fence. "How about a cuppa Mr Fence" "Yes and do have a sweetie"