Caught on camera, yours truly plotting the demise of Laverne and Shirley.
Nothing got done today, except for the usual feed, clean, exercise routine as I have succumbed to man flu, the main symptom being standing round looking at jobs that need doing and not being able to do them for reasons other than the usual outbreak of incompetence. No amount of cold remedy has allowed me to do anything other than feel miserable. So confined to barracks I was forced to sit in front of the wood burner and drink hot toddy. Much better than paracetamol!