crazycrone

The drunk woman attacked R Next Door this morning, screaming and hollering about how she's torturing poor old Lula by letting her live. It was really unpleasant, and no use in trying to talk sense to either of them, really, but I had to wait it out, as I was helping R get one of her moribund pigeons to the  rescue place.
I'm in bad shape, anyway, I ache so much I struggle to get out of a chair, at the moment. Sheesh.
Got my hair buzzed anyway, but didn. t get anything else I'd planned done.
Don't need to worry about bingeing on THE YOUNG POPE. I've only watched two chapters, but, although it looks great I find it boring and silly, so far.