Psychic Sausages

This morning the sun looked promising, so I soaked up some rays and had a little roll around on the seats outside.  In fact the whole day turned out pretty nice.  Mum spent the morning pottering, but the builders turned up just before midday so she took off for a bit of a walk around, and I took off under my deck again.

A lovely evening spent at home.  Mum gave me a feast and made some sweet potatoes, peas and sausages for her dinner.  She did laugh when she rang her dad tonight, he had sausages too.  They often end up synchronised with their meals, she thinks that her mum must whisper in their ears when they are sleeping.  Gdad doesn't believe in being psychic, but mum is beginning to think that they are getting food messages from above.

Enjoy your Sunday everybuddy.