Sunday

A torrential downpour meant we had a lay in instead of walking the dogs. They seemed more than happy with this arrangement as none of them like the rain. Paddling in muddy puddles or stagnant water is a different kind of wet apparently.

After we took the boys home we went out for breakfast then bought Dave a new bowl. In his eagerness to eat breakfast he knocked his flying and broke his original one.

Unusually for a Sunday we met friends for coffee in town. I was just going to sit down when I had an invitation to visit another friend. Eventually Dave and I got to snuggle up for a brief afternoon doze on the sofa.

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