I thought I was enjoying my lay-in this morning but clearly not as much as this chap was. My day got no more productive, I watched a soppy film, had some tea and went to the pictures to see Jackie. That wasn’t as I had expected. I thought it would be about her life, not a week in her life, and a very odd unnatural life at that. I came home to find a frog staring at me from under the fridge. It was a devil to shift as frogs stick to kitchen floors and I had a kitten breathing down my neck. But I got him outside eventually and he happily dived back into the pond.
Groovy Word of the day : croaker