Walking the dog.

Early Sunday Morning, there are loads of people out with their dogs.

And Tess barks at them all! It is, pretty much, her only fault. She hasn't been socialised at all. Ho hum.

We walked for miles and circled back past the hospital where they have taken the clock off! They must have done it yesterday, and I missed the action. The shots of the grounded clock are on Flickr if anyone's interested?

A lazy Sunday after that, Sunday paper, snooze on the sofa with the dog and trying to download an audiobook [Very irritating!]

Now, the rain as stopped, I wonder whether it's walk the dog before or after dinner?