It’s the thought that counts . . .

Which one to blip– a great shot of Biskit (well it could have been) taken earlier in the day, or a shot that I could not resist when walking back from the shops in Bourne later on?
 
Purely on quality – my trousers were burnt out in the Biskit shot – I have chosen my second shot with Biskit relegated to ‘extra’.
 
As for the main blip I would have thought the defibrillator would have been a little late there.  Alternatively . . . 
 
Biskit was just living in hope of some (more) lemon drizzle cake.