Pickles.
When we put him to bed last night with a snack of bread shortbread biscuits, he complained, that's true. But the sun was setting and it was thick with lovely grass so I was sure he was going to settle down soon enough.
This was what met my gaze early this morning -
Who'd have thunk?
This gives new meaning to 'flipping the house' I'd say.
Such ingratitude...!
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