Licked

Another Friday of work. WTF is going on I'd like to know. But it was only a trip to Newcastle to chat with a client and then a train home again. Hardly taxing, ahem. And then out on the bike with the lads for our regular stroll along the cost, up the big hill, along some more coast and back again.

Ewan's had a long overdue haircut and is quite taken with the coo's lick at the front. He was especially amused at the mother and baby swans that swam across the kitchen table as he ate his second tea of the evening. Hollow legs he has. Speaking of hollow legs, I'm due a beer.