Alas poor Shaun

I knew him well Blippers. 
A sheep of infinite jest... but where are his gambols now?

A frustrating morning that I'm not allowed to write about (grrrrrr) was fortunately followed by a very gentle walk on the Common. Missy, the Great Outdoors and a chill wind are all excellent therapy. Then a productive afternoon in the Mancave repaying a favour and reviewing some technical documents.