Over at the p’s. Aunt sent through a thing to me about a pug up for adoption for the p’s last night. Grandparents had a few of them. I was young and only met one of them and he was a nice doggo.

Anyway mum’s bday is soon and she’s a little hard of hearing these days and she’s trying to decide where she’d like to go (last night I suggested the local pub). I told her about the pug this morning and she said she doesn’t want to go to the pug she wants something she can eat.

That made my morning.