Wrestling cucumber

I visited Doris shortly before she had some lunch (Soup  and then yogurt, and all important tea). We talked about her teaching days and recited a few poems. 
This afternoon I did some weeding in the garden, aided by Field Marshal Stormin' Norman. Here is an action shot of him chomping on a piece of cucumber. (It's much easier for him if I hold the food, but I have to watch my fingers don't get nipped!)
Martin spoke to me this evening from Zaragoza. He had had a long, but very interesting and scenic, train journey there from Paris, via Barcelona. He now will spend two nights in Zaragoza, and is looking forward to exploring the city tomorrow.