WOOFCUTS!!

Oh how I hate these days!! I swear the girls know the difference between a jolly jape in the car... ... and being driven to the doggy idea of hell on earth. Actually, whenever we take them out and are heading up the A1 they don't really settle until the Shilbottle turn-off is out of the way so they are sure there's no danger of being thrown, trembling, into the drying cabinet at Woofcuts. I am not joking - they know these things. That's why, this morning, we can't mention the plan for the day. So, between you and me, we've got to get them to Shilbottle for 10.00, then I need to do a bit of food shopping. Hannah's coming round later, so I need to get something for dinner. After that it's probably just a matter of getting Kevin's order sorted for tomorrow and going back to pick the girls up after lunch. Nothing exciting then.