No, Terry isn’t in for a waxing….
Poppy M and grand-daughter D have been making a canoe out of cardboard boxes and masking tape as it’s too wet to play outside.
I think maybe Terry got in the way, or perhaps he was trying to help. Whichever one it is he wasn’t happy, and boy I felt sorry for him when I pulled the tape off. He does have plenty of fur left but there was quite a bit on the tape itself. It took me back to the time of days long gone when I used to submit myself for a leg waxing – all because I believed what magazines and society dictated. Oh doh! Not any more that’s for sure.
Incidentally, Terry’s hanging out with me and the computer now.