Up at 6:30am today. A thirty minute lie-in.
Cowin' 'eck, mutters David, it's an outrage. An outrage, I tell yer!
Yes, yes, yes, so yer tired. Gerover it. Just feed me and leave me to me kip. An' shut the door behind ya on the way out.
Blige, we're tired today. Walking 'round Silverstone carrying a 'big lens' and stuff really takes it out of one. It's now approaching midday and this is our first photo. Just couldn't be bothered up to now.
This is our cat of the day or, rather, our family of the day. Too many of 'em to properly fit into one shot.
They'll have to be separated to be re-homed. Shame, but that's how it goes.
Yeh, I'm a whole six kilos. So what, wanna make something of it?
When yer cream-crackered there's nowt better than a little rest with a lovely feline friend to fuss. And this one loves a fuss (and the cat).
Later, back at base, Emlyn is put out. The swines have had a rest and are now full of vim and vigour. Look, one of 'em's trying to suck poor Emlyn's brain out through the side of his head!
Put me down, yer scrote.
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