Sleep

Dark and very mild as Juno and I strutted up the hill, one dog and owner who was not of the chatty type. In the gloom appeared one of the regulars, great a chat and the dogs played.

On the way to work I got a stump, cycled with it on the back rack and then hid it for later.

Work was a blur of masses of data.

Home late, some fine homemade tomato and basil soup and chill. I read the saturday papers and cuddled Juno.

Bed awaits.