Tea and Toast

Really horrible day, wet and miserable. Only the die hard dog walkers in the park today, conversation stimulating as ever - "Pardon?", "Eh?", "What you saying?" and "Can't hear you for my hood!" - accompanied by the swing round of the head so you can see the speaker around your jacket hood. Coco still had fun - played with and rolled over by Belle, so wet and dirty.

It is just the sort of day when my Gran would say the only thing to do is to go to bed and eat shortbread - settled for tea and toast and quick look at blip. I've now set myself a new challenge - the capture of melting butter on warm toast.

Working later and a pile of ironing calls - hope it isn't quite as miserable with you :0)