A rare treat.

A rare treat this evening in the form of a takeaway from our local Indian.

All for Mrs DD who apparently missed me this week, even if it was only 'cos she hates the bullocks in the field when walking the dogs.

A beer in the local while we waited for the meal to be cooked.

A bottle of Cobra King with the meal.

Strictly and Casualty on the telly followed by an early night with a good book.

What more could a man ask for?