Bed

 I haven’t worked two twelve hour day shifts over a weekend for a long time.

I leave at 6.30 and return at 20.45.

It’s well after 9.15pm when I sit down with my bean and chorizo soup made from the slow cooker.

The dogs are eating their dinner in the kitchen

The twins I think are upstairs eating theirs. 

I miss Winnie as my feed need sucking

I’m buggered

Another similar shift tomorrow. 

I’m Watching some nameless reality shit on tv  for a half hour

Then either Bun or Weaver balanced their arse over the side of my mother in law’s tongue on the window ledge 

And gently shat in it! 

I’m off to bed!!!!!!