Ham Hill

I met up with my friend Roger for our regular Monday constitutional on Ham Hill, the first since his retriever Carly passed away and it felt very odd not to have he padding along behind us or putting her head up for a pat and a treat as we sat chatting over coffee outside the pub on what was a surprisingly hot Autumn day.

By the time I got home the bathroom fitter had already deposited most of the old bathroom in the front garden and by the end of the day was ready to start installing the new one tomorrow.

Fist Keep Fat of a new term tonight.