Basil has been cultivating a series of tragic and hard-done-by expressions this week.
The classic humph:
The 'What time do you call this?':
The 'Why are you hoovering here, I'm trying to sleep':
The 'I hate fireworks':
The 'What do you mean I'm looking a bit chunky lately?':
The 'How can you find that book more interesting than me?':
The 'Why can't I eat at the table too? Am I not a member of this family?':