Wet Sunday

I really like wet Sundays.  They're a great excuse to do very little.

I spent some time at work then came home, lit the fire, and have done very little else.  

I took this in the gardens outside work.  There were so few people out and about in the rain that for once I may not have been caught by anyone who knows me - head down, arse up, on the side of the state highway.

Fish soup for tea.  Yum.