Mini A

Had some down time with this little dude yesterday. His mum got to hang with us too. We are nice like that. Mostly because she takes cares of Alex’s body and my soul. She might be feeding mini A but I have to cook my own dinner. Standard.

I made her, me and Robin omelet, stroked Ziggy so he almost felt like a real boy again and offered up my home when they become homeless. I felt like a pretty good friend after all.

Today Thursday. Almost weekend. That means drinks and summer and fancy clothes and something that might be the merest hint of a tan. Woop.

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