I broke a dusty bin egg cup today 🙁 Actually he’s not broken as such, just a crack all the way down from the top to his feet, with a couple of tiny chips on the crack for good measure! Very distraught. He fell out of the cupboard as I was trying to reach something (way above my head), bounced off the worktop and in an effort to catch him ended up lodged between the frame and wheel of my chair. Quite talented really.

Cookie died on Monday, exactly 5 years after Bob died. I swear he knew. Also, to add to my last entry of odd things, on Saturday night (before we knew anything was wrong) I said to mum “wouldn’t it be ironic if he died on Monday”. So that’s that over now, when I’ve recovered a bit Pinto’s moving house – Cookie’s tank is bigger.

What on earth was I going to say? There was so much but I’ve completely forgotten. Meh, it’ll come to me later!