Minge and Phyllis are back from England!
I should post a shed-load of information, but I can't. I'm too tired. We were up at half past three this morning (I think - it's all a blur) and left Mum's by about four, all in order to make it to the vet by three this afternoon, which we did, with plenty of time to spare.
Not only am I tired, I've got the rats. I'm trying to give up smoking again. I went without while I was alone at my Mum's, not for long, but for three days nonetheless. I was quite ok. Not a big deal. Now, today, I've only gone without for a matter of hours, six at the most, and am feeling like a caged lion.
Most of our time was spent on the beach in Bournemouth. I'll post more when I no longer feel like taking someone's head off. For now, I'll leave you with the photograph at the head of this entry. I was made to be a porn star. How the hell did I miss my vocation?