A Man's Best Friend

A quiet day today. Began with another fourteen kilometer run, but dire weather kept us at home all day apart from a brief sojourn into Park Parade for groceries.

My hat was a source of frustration for the first few days after I arrived. With no hat stand in the house, it has been hanging on - and falling off of - the backs of chairs, been sat on and generally been a nuisance. Now I have found a good place for it; on the head of Mum's ornamental dog.