It's Not All Fun, Fun, Fun. Or Is It?

It's very easy for Mummy and me to feel thoroughly hard done by. Daddy pops off to work each morning for a jolly old time, while we slog it out at home through a daily trauma of feeding, burps, feeding, play time, shopping, tidying up and lunching with the ladies.

All the while it seems that Daddy feels the same way; he claims that work is far from a daily doddle and deep down believes that we just lark about at home.

But the weight of evidence is on our side! You see, Daddy came home early today and thankfully Mummy and me were slogging away at our chores. Things are so tough, in fact, that even at 8 weeks old Mummy makes me help her out - as this picture demonstrates.

In all honesty, we're normally in front of Bargain Hunt and eating cake from 2pm until 6ish. Just don't tell Daddy.

AMK