Messing about in the shed today, weathers bloody awful.
In other news, Harry visited again last night, and apparently is not a Harry at all, but a Harriet. I know this because she had a gentleman caller following her, who proceeded to have his wicked way with her, right in the food dish. 🥴🙄 I will spare you the video clip. There was no post-coital cigarette, Jack the Lad buggered off, and Harriet spent another hour or so in the garden having a wander and stuffing her face.