OK. We know when we are defeated. 6am
But they're not winning the war. David got up and fed their barking at 6am. Then came back to bed. I got up at 6.45am, but they know I'm not happy. And am doing things like this until 7.30, or maybe 7.45, when I'll take them out. Watch it start raining now! It's still very hard not to smile at them.