Trouble...

First hanging basket of the year, done. That means it's summer now, yes?

Like the weather, my evening is a fusion between winter and summer - spritzers and an open fire.

The night progresses...

Hot Cross Bun!

The all new Brit is open for business. I have cautious optimism but am dismayed by seeing a large sports screen...

Summer: open a window and large bees instantly enter and become troublesome.

Summer is here! Hurray!

Jelly on a plate...

Not great. Last minute speech spasm seemed to order 4-cheese with olives and mushrooms...

How I prefer to spend lunchtime - lying down in bed, sun shining through the window, pussy on lap.

Get yourself down to Poundland, ladies.

Wife left me lunch. In't she sweet?

Largest spring roll ever seen. Couldn't squeeze the girth in my mouth...

11 hours sleep fixes most things, in the short-term at least.

Reserved for samurai.

Worst pasty combo ever? Tuna, pasta and cheese? Pasta?!

I has homemade cake.

Time for an egg bun. With fake bacon, tomato, rocket, Dijon mustard and mayo.

Lovely farm, eaten all up, just a tasty memory now...