Call Him Tommy!

After struggling to sleep again last night I was really pleased to feel the breeze this morning, though I didn't expect the van to rock in the strong wind from Penygroes to Bryncir. After that it was better but still blustery in Tremadog. 

Mum was having breakfast and seemed in a decent mood, though she'd been looking everywhere for her black sandals. Well, she gave them to me during the last hot spell, and I was wearing them, she has no memory of that ... but I think it was whilst she was swigging the morphine! 😯

I showed Mum the photos of the puppies; she loved them but hated the name and had no apprehension in telling me. "Zavi? What an odd name; I don't like it. I thought you may have called him Tommy!" As Steve said yesterday, no one else has to like it, as long as I do, then feck em, and I love it and it's meaning.