No Rug to Hide Under

What way is this to leave me at this time of year? It’s not Green Grass yet you know! She’s taken my rug off and I’m left bracing myself against the Scottish breeze and the hail, that is surely to come now that I am left in the nude. I suppose I am hardy enough for it… all the same, everyone else has their rug on. Rugs hide a mulitude of sins, namely my extra winter "plumage".

Not my "Good" side!

Captain America loves the chat (and the ladies). Bless him; he’s on the wrong side of the gate to do any mischief, but the chat is there all the same. He’s turned Audrey’s head, and Molly’s, a few times and we all know the happy state Fancy’s in! …beautiful ears…anyway, the bol’ Captain and the Major were full of chat this morning.  The Major is passed himself with excitement (Like a dog with two tails).  The Thug down the road has moved away, and with him the chance of some of us getting bitten while passing the gates.  Happy and relaxed days!