At 4.32am this morning Spike decided he wanted up and feeding because of the big ball in the sky! Thanks mate, so I got up and duly fed him, only to be advised by his pitiful stare that what I had offered him, didn’t cut the mustard and he wanted something different.

So who’s trained who in this scenario?

Still with a view like this across the graveyard and the fact we are holiday, makes you feel good to be awake, ah well sod this for a game of soldiers I’m off back to bed.

Best phrase I’ve heard all year, form an US colleague when asked how his day was going:

“I feel as tho I’ve been shot at and missed and shit at and hit”

Gotta love em.