HFF

Struck down with a woozy headache - the sort where your head is either  a few seconds ahead, or possibly behind, the rest of you and the whole lot feels encased in fuzziness. I blame the low pressure. It's slowly returning to normality - the head not the weather.

Warm and mild today though and a gentle mosey around the garden accompanied by HFF- Her Foxiness Fineen - who was ravenous and even had a nibble at my wellies, thankfully not the posh ones. And she made a grab at my new Van Gogh socks which were in the washing basket. Retrieved unharmed. What me?? She protests!