Home alone this morning - can't get the bloody tv remote to switch on, either battery problem or big-hairy-paw-unsuitable problem. . .
Whacked the radio on in the kitchen and R2 seems to be on, so between the chit-chat with Mr Evans I'm having a good wiggle.
Avoiding watching Pip and Holly later, it's just a bit awkward now, u know, not really knowing for sure. . .
Bye for now, me, xx.
