Sad spectacle, that of a cold, stiff tit early in the morning.
Couldn’t stop wondering if a granite headstone isn’t just a touch extravagant for a blue tit though.
A lot of wool. A lot of bog cotton. A lot going for it.
Breakfast of champions for Mimi, who’s made a decent dent in her stash of M&Ms before Mrs mememe2U and I came downstairs at 9 am.
She won it at her friend Saidhbhe’s birthday party.
Her guess of 109 M&Ms was the closest to the actual 117 total contained in the jar.
No better contestant than a sugary-shite addict to win the jackpot.
The problem is that she is just as accurate when it comes to identifying missing M&Ms from her loot.
She knows just how many Finn and I manage to knick during the only 30 second window of opportunity when she wasn’t jealously keeping an eye on the jar.
Let me tell you, you don’t want to mess with a junkie…
Some bollix has found the factory reset button on the weather machine…