Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain.....

I visited the school sale of work this morning, and managed to avoid coming home with a load of tat that I don't need. Dimairt and I then went for a great walk along the beach. Who needs exfoliating treatment when the sand hits you in the face at great speed?

I now have chosen to sit, doze, sip sherry, pat dog, watch James Bond on the box, and blip the rain on the window.

Does anyone else see a face on the shadow of the bird table, or have I drunk too much already?

Hope your weekend is as restful and non productive as mine!