The familiar

Like Whisky Foxtrot, I have returned to familiar territory with this one: In my case this means sunset skies and walks with Serin by the Canal.

We saw off the third of our weekend visitors this morning (got some more coming on Saturday). I went to the dentist to have a filling replaced (slightly nervous as I am a wuss about pain - but it was fine).

It is Ros's birthday - but we celebrated last night as she's gone to her daughter's place this evening.

Quite excited by all the independence stuff going on North of the border. You get a real sense of optimism. More than can be said of the UK in general.

I hope you have cause for optimism in your life.

Frank