Heather went to karaoke tonight and Adam and I went up the farm to Debbie's for a couple of hours.

Rivetting, I know.

On the way home, Adam dropped this little gem into the conversation:

"Isn't it neat going out to someone's house at night; eat their food; drink their drink; watch their TV and then just going home again".

Some days, the blokiness of the Mini-bloke stuns me to silence. Followed by uproarious laughter.

God, if only his father had even a tenth of Ad's sense of humour, life would have been much different.

Look at this - such a hard life being a dog, innit.


Lazy bitch doesn't quite cover it, really...