No not another name for a Prog Rock band.
I was woken up at five in the morning yesterday with Domino (our pussy cat) purring on the bed. He was no doubt pleased that he achieved this amazing feat. We should have renamed him 'Cuckoo' because he likes living in other nests!
I couldn't get back to sleep and read blogs and emails for an hour or two. Then some how I turned off the lampity at the side of my bed and managed to some how fall to sleep. I awoke at 7.45 and walked into the newish kitchen and found a abstract art exhibition:
Our new puppy dog says her work is called 'Detritus'. It is a fine example of a bored and early riser of a puppy that decided to empty the contents of a polythene bag for recycling and distribute the contents all over the kitchen floor.
She asked me if those posh folk at the Tate Modern would like to buy her work? Well they once bought a pile of bricks didn't they?
What do you reckon? Twenty grand and a years supply of Winalot?
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