If you were the only buoy in the world...

It didn't stop raining all today. So we had a doing day - lots of Spring cleaning and sorting out accumulated junk. Not very exciting but it felt very virtuous.

Had to wear the Trousers of Doom (ie the waterproof ones) to take Rufus out. These alone are enough to make him start trembling before a drop of rain has fallen on his delicate little grey body.

The seafront and the beach were pretty empty. Rufus cheered up when he saw this buoy washed up. He's always convinced that with the right amount of effort he can take any found object home with him. Hence the determined stance and the vice like grip of small jaws on large piece of plastic.

An evening in with home-made meatballs for dinner and episode 3 of Homeland which is shaping up to be a great TV series. Happy days.