Beach...

This could be abroad! It's not... it's the beach at Broughty Ferry where I went with Boris for a wander while FT had a snooze after I bored the arse off her. He's such a good puppy. Just the right balance of nutter and chilled.

This morning I nipped into town to spend my birthday money. I felt like a teenager... it's a long time since I've done that or indeed been a teenager and it was just really lovely to feel excited about it. I wasn't expecting that at all. I figure it's a bit of a non event when you get older, not so.

I can't decide which bit of this picture is squint so I didn't bother to edit it.