The grumpy Scottish man sings a song about bluebells being blue. Today me and Rosko went to see them. We had a lovely walk around a place called Rutland water and through some woods full of bluebells. It was excellent. Really warm too. Fortunately TW had covered me in neem and fly spray so I didnt do too much head tossing.
TW hoped somone might sell her n ice cream on the route. How unprofessional? Silly worrier. There were lots of lambs running about and two roses behind us got chased by a sheepy! Wierd! I think I did a good job of looking after Rosko though. I'm trying o teach him some sneaky nom tricks too. Hehehe.
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