As excuses for not blogging go, I think dealing with an increasingly voracious Beaky takes some beating.
|Beaky wolfing down fat balls (made from unbaptised boy fat, naturally)|
|Uh, oh. He's seen me!|
|Ha! You look stupid without your tail, Beaky!|
The increasingly uppity little shit has fathered a new brood of unspeakable evil, and is proceeding to eat me out of house and