We Only Drink Beer On A Friday.

It's Hounds turn.

We've had Mr HH's tooth, my back, and now Hound seems to be reluctant to put his back legs to full use.
I put it down to a life time of tomfoolery thus far. Can the same be said for all of us?

Here is Hound this afternoon whilst on box rest. Or, light duties. Or, engaging in just the type of behaviour that's brought him to this state in the first place. The sun was out, after all?

We returned home to find our friends on the doorstep hoping for a swift pub terrace visit before The Baby's bed time.
Well. The sun was out, after all.