This morning I woke up a little later than usual and forgot — FORGOT to go to the best car boot sale ever. I love car boots — especially those that set up in big fields with hundreds of cars and vans and where there’s at least one vendor selling breakfast rolls. I usually grab Pickles and we set out together, me to find vintage baubles and Pickles to find bits of bread and sausage dropped amongst the rows of sellers and their wares.
Because I was home all day, AP and I decided to treat the tall boy to lunch, except it turns out that he didn’t feel like talking. See?
He sure is cute but he can be a wee bit sullen, no?
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