Aaah, the joys of the doppelganger. Yesterday I saw my lookalike cutie patootie pal, Binti. We met by the river this time; she’s still as gorgeous as ever mainly because she looks just like me – only smaller.
I was a welcome break from the building work going on at the house. The beautiful assistant is constantly (not) complaining about the semi-naked men toiling in the back passage. I’m enjoying the fact that they’re putting some foul smelling compost down before they turf the back garden. It’s perfect for a roll, as is the pile of sand for the rendering (which makes a great loo, BTW). I made a lovely pattern on the BA’s sheets last night with my filth-laden paws. Snicker, snicker.