Tired pup

Polly is pooped. We walked late this evening. Still 21degrees, was 27 when I dropped chick number 1 at the airport at midday. Cloudy and stifling.

Was a lovely if brief visit, my birthday tomorrow. A small one this year! Last year was my 50th and we celebrated in style with the family on the south coast. Chick number 1 couldn't manage. But chick number 2 magically appeared by plane train and automobile. My Husband proposed. Down on one knee, sparkly ring and everything. It really has been quite a year since. Despite everything that is happening to us all right now, I really am incredibly happy. Maybe that's the secret of smiling through chemotherapy.