Hubby is still not enjoying his job, but needs must as he says. He was pretty disgusted earlier this week. He works five and a half hours a day with a fifteen minute unpaid break. For the last four months he has left his snack in a carrier bag in the staff canteen. Only on Monday someone had stolen his food. If they were that hungry he is the sort of person who would give them his snack, but to steal from your work mates is pretty despicable. To think that just a week before he had taken the staff presents from our holiday.
I have to go into town later today as it's both son and son-in-laws birthdays next week and I haven't got them any birthdays cards as yet. That's how disorganised I have become. Not the person I used to be!
Not much other news but I have borrowed a photo from Carol. Poor Tinker is always in the wars. Fooling around with Eric she broke her dew claw which then had to be removed by the vet. You can just see in the photo the wound that Annie made while we were on holiday. That looks to be healing nicely and now this. Poor Miss Tinker.


and I like this one of Annie in the caravan totally fed up with all that rain!

