They were in the bed till noon!
Aside: Wood street village has a jazz festival tomorrow. Should I give it a try? It’s no Ronnie Scott, but it can’t be too bad, I’m hoping.
Had this handsome nutter over for half a day yesterday. His behaviour traits all remind me of Chewie when he was that age—restless, cute, ball addict (still is), bark at doorbells (still does), lay down to meet dogs, always wanting to touch some part of me…
It was fun revisiting those crazy, lovely, hyper, cute early days with Chewie, just for a brief morning.