Nobody likes Mondays. Well, apart from me, I haven't learned to hate them yet and no songs have been written on the subject. But then I haven't learned to love coffee or beer, either, so I guess it all balances out.

When we got home, somebody had left a rolled-up carpet on the pavement leaning up against our house. So we called the National Rug Helpline ... yes well anyway. Sham was not able to come round to play Minecraft so I wasted my entire hour in pants watching Youtube videos of other people playing it.
In other good news, Jof doesn't have to do the treasurer's job for the school-helpers any more after they said you can't just bring in the money in a Tesco bag, which will mean she can spend much more time cuddling me (and feeding me cake) on the sofa instead of counting all that sticky tuck shop money. See? Every cloud has a silver (and bronze) lining.
Stayed on after Cubs to join in with the Big Scout meeting. They are all quite big and loud, all I've got to do is grow 6 inches and I'll fit right in.
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