Sunday mornings mean...
Lie in, gear stick play, and cooked breakfast.
I had made arrangements to rehome 2 guinea pigs last night.
We went round this morning, knocked on the door...
He came to the door in a very short dressing gown
(what a sight !!
Oh, my poor eyes....!!)
He made excuses, we would come back later.
Went to Mcdonalds for a quick coffee...
He messaged me back,
"He had promised them to someone else,
Plus he hadn't confirmed the time for us to come over..."
Whatever....
Back home to take out my frustration out on someone..or something..
Hello Larry...
Fancy more pink???
