Friday, 22 November 2013
Yin is a different matter. She does the talking for both of them, hardly ever goes out and has turned into a butterball. If we could put her in a baby sling and carry her around with us, she'd be in 7th heaven because she won't stop nagging until we sit or lie down and she can snuggle up. She even harrasses us at night to close down the PCs and go to bed. What a tyrant.
Well, poor love can't get out from the study window now - it's too deep a drop - so el jefe has made her a ladder.