Dad tells me that the title of this post will mean something to fans of The Smiths, but I think it's a reference for oldies.
To me, it simply means that I'm still pooping more often than I'd like / I should, so think it's time to visit the docs tomorrow to get me put right. I'm still feeling alright within myself and have just spent 10 minutes teaching Mum some baby-speak / squeek (she's not catching on so well, but give it time), but I just want to be back to my usual self... not too much to ask is it?
Mum and Dad even missed William and Coman's wedding party on saturday 'cause of me... it must be love.
And on that musical note I'll clock off and get my head down for a few hours and see what the new day brings.
Love to all, especially Aunty Dawn, Uncle Andy and cousin's Jack and Cole in Australia...
Today's pic is an oldie but goody.
(It's Mummy from when she was younger than I am now)
Sx
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