Cuteness.

A wee visit from Una again, this time to see how she got on with the chickens (very calmly as it happens, the chooks... less so, though they settled down once they realised it meant they were getting to free range). Isla was sceptical, but happier once up on the table in the garden staring down at the canine interloper.

Busy old day with that, plenty work, weeding down the park at lunchtime as a little bit of committee duty,. then out for a haircut and meeting Mel for a cracking Mexican at El Cartel.

Just as well tomorrow is Friday, I'm shattered.