This is the gang making a fuss of Mum. It lasted a surprisingly long time, half an hour at least. Bertie wriggled and squirmed his way ever nearer to Ola until eventually he invaded her personal space. Inevitably she growled at him, then ran off with Bertie in hot pursuit. I love the way Bertie still sleeps with his legs backwards like a dog, maybe he will grow into them one day.
Groovy Word of the day : gangly