Brown-eyed girl

Beanio is allowed onto my bed for a few minutes before I get up. It's a lovely wee treat for both of us.

Sometimes - if she's really lucky - the 'few minutes' turns into an hour or more when I fall to sleep again after she's settled down. So it was this morning, and I opened my eyes to find this brown-eyed girl gazing at me. 

I'm pretty sure the look means something like "Please don't start snoring again. I'm really hungry. It's hours and hours since my last food. And you haven't played with me for AGES".

Inevitably - and quite happily - I obeyed the unspoken entreaties instructions.

It has been yet another cool cloudy day and I couldn't find my 'go outdoors and be active' mojo. So after a morning of baking crackers, cookies and scones I decided to simply sit and read most of the afternoon. 

I'm nearing the end of Susie Dent's first novel Guilty by Definition, which has gripped me from the start. Philip Pullman liked it, which is as good a recommendation as any.

Supper will be comfort food: a bowl of chicken soup, poached eggs on toast, feijoas with yoghurt and honey. It is one of those days.

The sun is forecast to return tomorrow.