It's Friday- the day Carlton takes over my blog. Views are his own and not necessarily, in fact, rarely, shared by the blog owner.
THE Mrs has got a new camera. Lord. I’ve had that bloody lens in my face all day long. I wake from a sleep and she’s there in front of me taking a picture. I go to my cat bowl and get blinded by the flash, I walk out through the cat flap and she’s photographing my arse. There’s something wrong with the woman.
Her Facebook page is awash with photos. There’s one of last night’s dinner, one of the only shrub in the garden that isn’t half dead, another of the Mr holding up a glass of wine, a selfie of the two of them grinning into the camera like two loons.
They’ve all got comments from her friends like, ‘Lovely pic, babe,’ ‘Aw, you two!’, ‘Looks delish, hun,’ and ‘Well done you!’
Today she posted the one of my rear end filling up the cat flap as I exited the house.
An earlier post with a picture of me posing like
the feline god I am got 55 likes - this one got 144.
|I refuse to suffer the indignity of showing my own picture.|
To give you an idea, it was something like this.... *annoyed
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE?