No laughing matter

Those of you who have been complaining vociferously over the dearth of blog entries lately should spare a thought for my sufferings. Not only has it been raining non-stop for three weeks, the manny did his back in just as I was most in need of entertainment. Watching him do back exercises is not nearly as much fun as the magnificent men in their flying machines game.

Fortunately a spare manny was brought in to offer some light relief.

And then a parcel arrived from Grannie and Granddad with this lovely cardigan - thanks!

What with the rain and pain, chere maman decided to amuse herself by dressing me up in silly hats.

I started out quite obliging.

I even posed for the camera.

But as the hats grew more ridiculous I became increasingly reluctant.

I suddenly thought of Anne Geddes which wiped the smile right off my face.

Really, this is no laughing matter. Can someone please help me before I'm stripped of the last vestiges of my dignity?