It Is Wet O'clock

It was a fisheye sort of day.

Apart from the primroses under the bridge, the daff in the dark and the wee pink things in the hollow in the beech tree some dandelion seed head got the treatment.

The change in the weather had SWMBO sleeping all afternoon with a headache, but she was able to return to fat club  diet club this evening, only to find that tonight was the last night due to retirement.
We then stopped off at The Usual Suspects' house on the way home so that we could see Castors (our friend from Blackpool) who is acting as taxi driver for their holiday on Harris starting tomorrow.

I wish I was going with them.