I want to shrink Ockley back to his original size. I still do love him dearly, he brings me laughter that greedy pig. 

He steals our ribena and of course sneaks down back to the living room when we are getting ready to sleep to finish my left over creme caramel. You know how the feeling of wanting to squeeze that dog because he is so naughty and at the same time so adorably cute. 

I'm suppose to do my analysis of print advertisements but no Mr Poirot is on the telly watching me, while my silly dog is woofing cos the parrot on the show is making stupid annoying noises.