This little chap is a new addition to our family!
Rob popped in on his way home, after collecting the little puppy. As yet he has only his kennel name, Peter.
Now as that is Kate's partner's name, I don't think that's very appropriate. Can you imagine, every time we ask "another beer Pete?"
the poor dog will think it's for him.
I'm sure between Jo, Rob and the children they will come up with a more suitable name.
In the meantime more importantly, he knows that I'm Granny and I've already made clear to him one of my ground rules and told him he's not to dig up my garden.
We will get on famously, I'm sure!
Do you like my pumpkin flowers?
I think they're really bright and colourful. At least they've brightened up my garage wall. I'm not expecting the pumpkins to grow, I just like the flowers!
Michael's leg is still plastered, as you would expect but we're hoping that an operation he's having this week will help with his recovery, fingers crossed! What with Michael not being able to get around and the kitchen fitters not doing what they're supposed to be doing, life this past week has been hectic and frustrating.
Hopefully on Monday, the kitchen company will endeavour to figure out a plan to rectify the issues but if not, I'll still be using my washing machine as an island in the middle of my kitchen and not an appliance to wash clothes in.
If this is the case, when I write my blog next weekend, I will be naming and shaming the kitchen company involved.
The simple question for them is - how far can you stretch the patience of a woman?
