Looking in the window

As I neared my front door, I peered through the window. Whisky was in his usual spot on the beanbag, having a nap. He saw me, then sat up. He then wondered why I was taking a photo rather than opening the door. I had to snap him quickly as he will follow routine and head for spot in the corridor where I remove my shoes when I come in.

A morning with a recruitment consultant, a lunch with my fellow redundantees and our representative, and an afternoon of work. Altogether an interesting day with lots of take in. And more opportunities on the horizon.