MORE SNOW! Not much, though.
Once again Penny woke up too early. We got her in bed with us and, as usual, I walked to work (with Ellen) with the fucking Ballamoray theme tune stuck in my head.
Work was once again uneventful, really. I managed to blag a free coffee from Subway by making an erroneous, and half serious complaint, which was good. I also bought mushrooms. Chestnut, not magic.
I walked home with Ellen, Andrew and Barry (dog) and found Penny marauding round the living room while Melissa cleaned out the freezer. I was informed yesterday that Penny had tried to put a remote control in the washing machine. God knows what she's done today without constant supervision. She's not fast, but you know in films, when the good guys are running away from the bad guys and they like, close doors, or throw shit in their way? She does that. She's a god damned menace. But she's ace.
She had her tea, we had ours, then we chased her around the house a bit longer before we'd had enough and decided it was bed time.
She's in the bath at the moment. We think she might be trying to poo out the top of Melissa's perfume. Or she might just be making silly faces. We just don't know.
This evening, my plans to have a nice evening with my wife in front of a film have been dashed by a Celebrity Big Brother eviction. I despair.
See you tomorrow!
