We're having a quiet weekend at home; I've got a cold, and am feeling quite ropey to be honest. Thank goodness Buddy and Daisy are being so lovely and understanding (most of the time) - they're warming my heart, and even bringing a smile to my face with their fabulous and funny playing.
A superb, epic game of Pet Shop is in full flight as I write. I'm really not needed at all, just fortunate to be within earshot of the story:
Buddy: If you buy the ring-tailed lemur, you get a rat for free!
Daisy: One of the rabbits, Mopsy, is not for sale; she does the cleaning round the shop - with a mop, of course - that is why she is so dirty.
Buddy's rabbit is allergic to lettuce, and needs medical attention.
They've made a bug house for the butterflies and creepy-crawlies.
Daisy: Everyone loves our pet shop 'cause it is so so famous.
Buddy: This guy's* nocturnal. (*the ring-tailed lemur)
Buddy: This is where the rats sleep. They are very good at balancing.
And now it's Christmas Eve in the Pet Shop. Letters to Father Christmas have been written and everyone's asleep.
This has been great medicine. But I'm just off to the kitchen; time for some actual medication. A cup of spiced mulled wine would do the trick but I know, I know - it's not actually Christmas time yet. Too bad; lemsip it is then.