Heath Pool

After yesterday's sunbeams we've had a very foggy morning. Eddie was in one of his independent moods today, after following another couple of Cavaliers he took a liking to a male dog and wouldn't leave him alone. Eventually I had to put his lead back on and he pulled and pulled to catch up, then sat crying. I rarely hear him cry but I don't think we'd ever have got home, so much for trying to keep his walks less strenuous.

Poor H is rather gutted to find my picture on Instagram, in the background of someone's photo at Saturday's Frank Iero concert. Fame at last!