Boxed

A day spent doing very little today with weather that didn't ever do what it promised. Three attempts before a newspaper was purchased this morning and a pile of post-holiday ironing done before lunch. And then a  batch of fudge made after lunch, although we should have trusted to Mum's instinct and given up the boiling before we did - we trusted chemistry instead. 

Bailey has been a bit unsettled by the inactivity and was amused for some time this morning with treats in an empty tea box and tonight he has spent the evening spreadeagled on my part of the sofa. And I am daft enough to let him!