I might be lying down and relaxed, but I've still got my eye on Dad.
Well, half an eye anyway, beneath a half-closed lid.
You see, it will soon be bed-time again.
I have to pretend that I'm going to be naughty and not go to bed.
Otherwise I might not get my bed-time biscuit.
It's called a show of reluctance. I've got that down to a fine art, and
Dad's mostly got the message with the bribes. I mean biscuits.
But I have to keep an eye on Dad, to make sure he doesn't forget about me.
Sometimes he starts watching telly and forgets what time it is.
If he takes too long I'll have to resort to more than staring.

(dad: not sure if I'll have time to post another pic before I go into
hospital for the op this weekend but I'll do my best. Take care friends!)