Big Friendly is in a bit of a funk. We went to walk the dogs on the mountain and he was bemoaning the lack of a good local bakery near us. He was wanting a Sunday morning bagel and cottage cheese and jam (only really to be got in Sea Point). I said that we should stop off at the Kwik Spar on the way home and he pulled a face. Then he remembered…the donuts! Before we had even parked the car he was out the door, waiting for me to unlock so he could fetch the tupperware! He slumped back into the house empty handed. The lady who makes the donuts’s sister is in hospital with water on the lungs and so she isn’t making any today. Big Friendly is really miserable. I’m going to the Pick ‘n Poo now to see if I can’t find something to cheer him up.