Brrr it’s bloomin freezing out there. Wendell and I were on our own at the beach today and I am not surprised. We did not go near the water…far to cold for the little boy to get wet. Mind you, he could use a cold shower. Wendell’s hormones are starting to kick in and nothing that moves is safe from his attentions. He has taken a particular shine to Finn, my fluffy cat, earning him the nickname…Cat Shag*er. Finn is not too bothered, up to a point but there are limits. Porter watches from a distance with a look of disdain. If Wendell goes anywhere near my bossy, chubby cat, he gets chased and clawed with much spitting.
We are having roast pork for dinner. Our local butcher always has a cheap deal on it for some reason. I shall make a curry from the leftovers…yummy. Got a good film lined up for tonight…Bottle Shock. I hope it is as good as the reviews I read. Well, that’s all for now. Have a great evening all and don’t forget…it is later than you think…nearly, Pen.