In the garden.

I'm sitting in the garden because I can't go inside for half an hour. This is a self imposed exile. I've just sprayed the whole house to get rid of the annual flea fest.
It's about this time of year that the little sods party and because of the cats and plenty of the red stuff inside me they just go crazy. I've brought my anti flea stuff with me so Paul is going to get his drops in a minute.
Neville has had his and got some nice leaves for his trouble. Bailey will get his when he returns from his job at the milk bar around five.