Worse

Yesterday Myself thought Things Could Not Get Worse. And for once Myself was Completely Wrong. The Topmost Speed Antics continue - through the flowers (She is running out of vases for the broken ones;) along the allotment paths (He has been tripped up several times;) and in and out of the vegetables (though this is not the preferred option as a runner bean pole when hit at ferocious speed stands its ground.) And as if this Not Enough to put up with TYK has started The Noises again: Can't make a sound when galloping but as soon as it stops ....... Rather out of breath admittedly but still Utterly Ghastly. Sits its tiny furry rump on the ground, raises its sweet little face and opens its delicate salmon pink mouth. Wide.

TB remains dejected as OLAHF appears to have forgotten its erstwhile friend entirely in favour of TYK.