Dog out, logged on

And a morning of WFH tapping keys with occasional bouts of dog walking.

Lunch was a switch to full on dog walking with added foraging (Lidl, mostly) before I did one call just up the street. 

Eventually the boys arrived; Alex just in time to throw on some kit and head for Spartans training and I set about repatriating the hound. Having walked him home, I cycled back and fetched Alex on the way (hence the photo of Lewis's dad on the phone)

In for dinner and Everton squeaking past Doncaster in the Caribou Cup (or whatever its called this week)