Got back from Grimmauld Place. The toilet was leaking and is fixed. Spike and Squish had a blast playing in Mum's jungley overgrown garden - so much fun that for a moment I wondered if keeping them in an apartment is cruelty after all.

Then I remembered that when we all lived there and they had free run of the garden, it was nothing more than a convenient toilet for them and they never really played in it - it's just the novelty value that makes it appealing now.

Spike's plastic kiddie pool is still in the garden, and since no-one's been near it for over a year the accumulation of rainwater, green slime, dirt, bugs and dead leaves in it made it look a bit like spinach and brown lentil soup. And Spike, the arsehole, waited till I was letting the plumbing guy in and showing him the problem and then went swimming in it. Ever seen a camouflage-coloured swamp collie? He stank like a fucking compost heap too.

Luckily, the leak was fixed quickly and I washed him off in Mum's bathtub before taking him home. A bit of extra dirt in that bathroom makes no odds.

Stopped off at Asda on the way home and bought pork ribs and fresh sardines for the spoilt furry royalty. It's worth it to see them happily crunching the bones, it really is...
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