I was going to blog something tonight, but I've been distracted by a combo of Jamie Oliver and a rather energetic Sigma the dog, who despite slicing his paw quite badly, on a bottle some inconsiderate twot smashed on the field, wants me to throw his ball around.

Roll on 9pm, when he'll take himself to bed, rip off his bandage again, and nibble at his stitches (again).

Bless him, I've told him vets in the morning, and he's just hid under my wheels behind my legs. Woop, there he goes. Off to bed.

Honestly, pets are worse than kids :)

Can't remember what I was going to say. Totally gone from my head.....