03 August, 2010

Grumble, grumble

Arthur has just come downstairs.  Grunbling and peeved that he's awake.  He wasn't asked to get up and I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE BEEN IN BED UNTIL THIS HOUR.  Harumph, he should go back to the bed, grumpy scut.  I would.  Actually, now that I think of it, he very much reminds me of, well, me!?

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