doris was in a bad mood, so breakfast in bed consisted of a packet of weetabix and a carton of milk hurled at the duvet, which fortunately broke its fall and protected my furniture from serious damage.
i got worried when she appeared with what looked like a tea urn, but she put it under the bed on her side and i realised it was for night time use only, so that was ok.

i started to wonder why on earth i keep her on, but then she charmed me by not hitting me when i came downstairs.

it's going to be a lovely day.